Displacement

Every time I fly I leave

A little bit of soul

Behind

Tucked beneath the covers

Snagged upon the roses' thorns

Folded in my sock drawer

It clings to domesticity like Cat

Clings to my sweater when I

Put him in the basement for the night

I love my routine,

Saluting sun from on my mat at

Dawn

Walking to the metro soaking up the

Grudging warmth of spring

Trekking to the salle and back in joy and

Disappointment

Injury and health

Contemplating candle flame

Counting breaths

Padding down the stairs for ice packs and

Up again to

Bed

Cradling my dreams

Each flight disrupts the

Flow distorts the

Shape and balance of my life

Distances me from

Momentary peace

Souls are tied to places, they aren't built to

Hurtle through the sky

Stationary objects, undisrupted, stay at rest and

So should I