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.
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