Had to leave home today, unexpectedly.

No time to leave a note,

Didn’t think I was going to make it,

But they all helped me have a safe journey.

 

Even the clerk at United,

Asked for my place to be kept,

After I found a parking space in Terminal B.

Then I got Pre-check,

And didn’t have any bags.

 

Security whisked me through,

And the late at the gate said,

“Are you Mr. Cunningham”

And just printed my ticket.

 

Like they were expecting me,

And they love me.

So, I left on time, sorry about the note,

But will see you soon enough.

 

 

Not a smell, but something similar,

A need to connect and learn more,

Fooling myself, like a detective story,

Sending me on paths of justification and outcomes.

 

Perhaps it is not,

Some figment of imagination,

Or fantasy to serve my ego,

Satisfying an appetite for tasteless food.

 

Like the physics experiment of iron filings,

Attraction cannot be seen or touched,

Only felt, however unreasonable it seems.

Not just instinct … there is more.

 

Unseen but present.