Jet Lag

I hear the term bandied about azure seas, endless beach, Thinking of the far off lands That took days and days to reach. Longing for the tropics, Baffled by the length of flight, To finally land on distant shores, Unaware if day or night. Dark and light, time zones Knowing relatives who sleep Dwell in the antipodean As toward the sun we creep. Someone is always waking While another rests their head, One arrives at work And a further breaks daily bread. Gaining hours, losing days, Tired beyond all hope, Modern travel is too fast For the body-clock to cope.