jet lag​

it`s quiet, it`s late

I`m wide-awake

no lights turned on

but one – it`s mine.

I get lost each night in a Canadian afternoon

and the afternoon

is wondering

where the day, the sun,

the noise might be

where Vancouver `s rain

and it`s grey remain

I should get up

the light `s too bright

it`s high time to

aclimatize but

the Canadian night is lulling me back to sleep

the Canadian night

klinging like skin​

daily routine

appears like a dream

I`m not hungry at noon

I`m in the mood for moonlight

the sun is high

the noise is on

the voices loud

I`m back at home

good evening

I`ve brought my Canadian morning along

and the stray morning

is wondering

where the

egg and bacon

on toast might be

where Vancouver `s rain

and it`s grey remain

it`s quiet, it`s late

I`m wide-awake

no light is on

but one – thats mine.

©2008 brigitta fischer​