I cannot deny the very
sound of a slowing jet
engine or the futuristic
tone of the light rail train
elicits some sort of
dopamine response,
just the thought of not
being in one place
provides a subconscious
lift, even while waiting
in an airport cell phone lot
for a late arrival, I know that
sooner than not I will leave
again, still unsure if I am
chased myself or giving chase,
but that the sense of departure
is the closest thing to a state
of grace