time is a steamroller
Saturday, July 3rd, 2004
tomorrow is the day that i crouch low to the ground and then leap up, arms flung forward, vaulting over that puddle they call the atlantic ocean to land, barely, on the westernmost part of the UK – in county clare, ireland.
it goes without saying: i’m not ready. not even close. the files are not transferred, the bags are not packed, the various, last minute errands are not all done. and yet, somewhere around 7:30 pm tomorrow, i will lift off of the jfk runway whether i think i am ready or not.
time is a steamroller.