I arrived in Barcelona’s airport (BCN, there’s more than one) at 6:50 am this morning. I don’t know how long I’ve been awake, or how many hours I’ve really experienced. I know that on the 30th of March I woke up at 5:00 am to go to Seatac, I spent about an hour in JFK, and I finally got to my hostel around 9:00 am on the 31st having finally seen Star Wars: the Force Awakens, and only slept a bit.

I did write a poem though! So here it is:

I should probably be asleep right now, but I’m not.

Instead, I looked out the window.

We are above a layer of clouds. The moon is a perfect half, and the stars are bright.

A light flashes, pulses, illuminating the wing of the plane.

I recognize none of the constellations.

The layer of clouds is broken, and there is darkness below.

There is more light in the ever-cold void than there is on the planet that is my home.

Dark swirling water

Far beneath me.

And far, far, incomprehensible distance underneath the skin of the ocean’s surface

Is the crust of the earth,

As unreachable and inhospitable as the stars.

I do not know if that collection of stars is a constellation,

But to me it looks like a dancer.

Dancing with jou as the cosmos spins.

Everything spins.

There is nothing in the universe, it seems,

That is unaffected by the impulse.

The impulse to whirl about wildly or solemnly, and this constellation honors that.

There is nothing that does not have movement,

Have rhythm,

In the entire universe.

Anyway,

That’s how the view out my window made me feel.

I’m having a great time, by the way! I’ll write more about what I did today and my thoughts on Barcelona later. Right now it is finally dark out so that means I have defeated the jetlag and can go to sleep. To sweet, beautiful, sleep. Ahhhhhhh…