Long-distance travel takes on a different reality confined to one narrow seat
metal armrests, mini pillow, and plastic wrapped synthetic blanket at my feet
toothbrush, earplugs, blinders, socks, slippers in the pockets before me.
I remove my shoes sometimes and sometimes not.
The part of the world to which I’m traveling, heads are covered and bodies draped.
I am the rarity, a westerner.
I eat chicken and rice three times in a row because I judge it’s the safest meal to choose.
I take a few sips of wine, in hopes it will lull me to sleep picturing in my mind
my family I’m eager to see.
A baby cries. A neighbor jostles me.
I will not miss this airplane or the next airplane
where meals are served on foil covered plastic trays and the utensils are bamboo,
where I visit the lavatory with trepidation
grateful if previous visitors have not peed on the floor or seat.
Each flight is different, but all are confining.
A privilege to fly, we contaminate the earth.
Squander energy and oil.
Pressure builds within my head
as the plane begins its descent.
I tap my heels. Wiggle my toes. Try to blow my nose.
Every inch of space is precious.
Last night I slept in a bed
in a beautiful room in a stodgy 5-star hotel
the sheets cold and damp
a pale gray carpet beneath my feet
unable to fully appreciate the grandeur.
This time around when touching ground
I will savor all things.
INSTANT NOODLES 