May 4, 2023
“May the 4th be with you,”
I told my sister,
about to fly from Nebraska
to Chicago to Paris
to meet me.
I chatted with the Uber man
on the way to Sky Harbor Airport.
He rejoiced, meeting someone
who actually witnessed
water rotate different directions
on each side of the equator,
as I did in Kenya.
Sat by a man flying
from Phoenix
to Calgary.
No chatting.
He read, I read.
From Phoenix to Paris,
English and French spoken.
Crammed in the plane
like a three-hundred something
box of Crayola crayons,
I slept little.
Sat by a long-time married couple
off on adventures to Paris, Greece,
Belgium and the Netherlands.
We became buddies
through the nine-hour flight.
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