This time, tomorrow

Telling them

I’m leaving

tomorrow elicits

either amazement,

wonder in

their eyes,

as they ask

where next?

or, disappointment.

For there was

someone to see

or some place

to be

by this time

tomorrow.

Switching Time Zones

Clocks are off, again.

Analog, a burden.

Just when the body

was beginning to adjust;

as if the hour

actually mattered.

Nomadic Ways

I often find it difficult

to answer their question

of, where do you live?

when this here

is just existing.