Home Safe

I LOSE COUNT after 13,
how many checkpoints I pass through –
check-in, customs and border patrol, security, the gate .
I don’t count the Dunkin Donuts in San Pedro Sula airport.

But at 3:30 PM in Houston,
Customs is mobbed,
and afterwards I opt for an honest-to-goodness burger,
which comes with mustard on it,
just the way I like it!
In Ohio you have to ask special.

Waiting for the second flight,
teammates get in a last game of euchre
while cell phones charge.

WALLY TEXTS to let me know
he’s been invited to ride shot-gun
in one if the rented vans
that’s picking up,
so he’ll see me in Columbus.
2-1/2 hours sooner than expected!
I let out a whoop
and read it to the team.

At 3:30 AM,
22 hours after rising in Honduras,
I walk into my own house.

Home,
with a bag of coffee beans
and my unused lempiras.
Home safe.

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About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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