at this very hour
given some basic assumptions
I should be deplaning
in another world
I've packed my memories
caged my expectations
striped bare some preconceived ideas
opened up (no easy feat)
to new possibilities
in the old Old World
In the next clock's
cycle
I'll have returned to zero
so full of nothing
tangible
set aside to accommodate
the myriad sensations
of this
brand new adventure
Starting tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem