Transcontinental

By Lucas Gonzalez

I like the idea that the West is still working
while the East that never sleeps
has long been tilted into darkness

Just as it once struck me to have ‘Karma’
So euphoniously explained as
‘The universal law of cause and effect.’

Some words. Like rich ink poured in your ear,
They stay. When I land back on my feet

And get a glimpse of ripe fruit fallen from trees uneaten,
overripe, I think, ‘no waste there, really’

And yet, I cringe to see expired groceries in the fridge
And still think nothing of leaving the dishes in the sink overnight,
Some distorted expression of my mental state as I fill my bag for traveling.

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