I’m 3 Hours Early
i’m three hours early
what shall i do ❓
early for what
for life?
no, silly for my
plane ✈️
what is early anyway
wherever you are
that’s where you’re
meant to be
in that moment in time
on this spinning earth 🌍
wait
are we even sure
it’s spinning?
i’m 3 hours early
what shall i do
maybe eat?
but it’s in between
lunch and dinner
so it’s not brunch
it’s not lunch
oh my gosh, there’s no
word for that meal
that in between meal.
i just googled it
it’s apparently called
a ‘snack’
see what happens
when you get to places
early?
you wonder
about things
you wouldn’t
usually think about
i’m 3 hours early
what shall i do
i want to eat
my deli sandwich 🥪
that i made at 5:00 am ⏰
while the uber was waiting
there was no time
for mustard
so i walk to the airport
food shop
and i stop at the
mustard packets
i can’t take one
if i didnt buy anything.
i could ask the cashier
if i could take one
but she’s not the owner
or maybe she is
i’ve heard stories like that.
so i sit back down
with my mustard-less
sandwich
and turn on john mayer
and a song 🎧🎵
called ‘Please be you’
comes on
about how the phone rings
or the text dings 💬
and you think
to yourself
“please be you, please be you”
and now i went
from contemplating time 🕓
to holding back
from mustard
theft 🥷
to eating a dry
sandwich
that’s not dinner
or lunch
to melting down
thinking:
“there must be people
in this world 🌍
that never had a person
they said
‘please be you please be you’
over and over when
their phone rang ☎️
or dinged
and now i’m
teary-eyed 🥹
sitting
at the mass
group of airport tables
drowning
in my heart’s beautiful
memory
of how happy and grateful
i am that i had more than
one, more than two of those
‘please be you’
people
i loved. 🥰
i’m 3 hours early
what shall i do
i think i’ll find
my gate
and get ready to
board the plane ✈️
time went fast
they say time flies
when you’re having fun
am i having fun?
did time fly
or slow down?
maybe both?
now i’m running late
to the gate
i better pick up speed
i wanted a diet coke
to wash down that
dry deli sandwich 🥪
without mustard
but i’m running late.
what is late anyway?
late for what,
for life? ❓
wherever you are
that’s where you’re
meant to be
in that moment in time
on this spinning earth
that maybe we aren’t even sure
is spinning
My poetry book, Am I Falling is here
