Jet Lag (draft poem)


Jet Lag

4 a.m. as I slither lumpily
between time zones, bumpily
siding you, my belly against your–
rumple-y minutes spent
in the dim between shadows, your shoulder blades
scything sibilant sleep breath, my wander attempting
to synch with the sounding board
of your sinewed back, but
I’m back, I want to whisper you; you


Another draft poem! Ha! Again, I’m not sure picture goes with it, but it is a photo of a light sculpture by my husband Jason Martin.

Will likely link this one to dVerse Poets Open Link Night.

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27 Comments on “Jet Lag (draft poem)”

  1. Jamie Dedes Says:

    Like x 2. Look forward to seeing where you go with this. 🙂

  2. I loved this–and looking forward to seeing a final if this is really a draft!

  3. ayala Says:

    Nice, looking forward to the final draft 🙂

  4. hedgewitch Says:

    I like the soft sibilance of the m’s, the sense of disjointed arrival, of things that must be smoothed back and yet are still every bit as viable rough as smooth…and the last lines I like especially, for their intimacy without sentimentality. Great to have a poem from you, k. Have missed.

  5. claudia Says:

    smiles…welcome back…cool light sculpture and oh..the jetlag…i could sing some songs…ha… it always also takes a while until the soul arrives back home…usually that takes longer than the body does

  6. A great draft and I like the picture a lot. Jet lag is hard.. and could take a long time to get back. I usually travel so briefly, it never turns into a problem-

  7. wcg1670 Says:

    feels playfully sensuous …perhaps an insiders view…I have a terrible time with “drafts”


  8. brian miller Says:

    smiles…i feel you in a sense…used to travel across the states…going never got me…it was the coming back that always muddled me so i can only imagine really long distances….hope you recover soon k…smiles….again, welcome home…

  9. janehewey Says:

    i am enjoying the surreality you blatantly capture in your poem. And your pic is amazing. It feels sci fi meets new age mystery with elephant. Is that an elephant running towards?

  10. I feel a draft…close the door. I’m a big fan of road poems…er…air poems. Poetry is a remedy for travel.
    Mark Butkus

  11. This is wonderful in its sounds. The joy of love-making comes thru in the wordplay. I look forward to seeing where you take it, ot it takes you! 🙂

  12. nico Says:

    Those reunions after an absence–they can be nice, but sometimes it takes a bit of adjustment. Great work here!

  13. That’s a great read right there.

  14. Your “drafts” are so good and you inspire me to put a lot more effort into revision of my poetry. I have OCD when it comes to the novels. Thanks for the reminder. And I like the sound of the words you’ve chosen.

  15. That’s cool and the picture is nice too!

  16. Poet Laundry Says:

    ‘4 a.m. as I slither lumpily
    between time zones, bumpily
    siding you, my belly against your–
    rumple-y minutes spent;

    …love how that rolls off the tongue. Nice feel to this piece.

  17. Mohana Says:

    this is soft, this is sweet! love all the -ly….:)

  18. kkkkaty1 Says:

    Welcome back…at first I thought that was the moon from your window in the plane….but I guess the full moon is tonight; nice light art….your drafts are very close to being your final pieces 🙂

  19. That word “lumpily” says it all for me~ Grateful you’re back safe, k.

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