You have successfully, officially, transitioned
from Mpls to London.
And from living with Mom and Brother
to living with lover, partner, friend, colleague.
It appears that you have left your anxiety behind,
at least temporarily.
And why not permanently!
You don't need them any longer.
They have served their teaching purpose.
Your preparations for the journey
were so graceful,
ditto your spontaneous restructuring of baggage items
at the suggestion of the NWA staff woman.
I watched you float through the security checkpoint
with impressive confidence and ease.
I think you're out of the tunnel of mis-diagnosis
and pointless placebos.
Well done.
Insomnia?
I couldn't sleep last night.
I lay in bed all night in a twilight place
dreaming of you on the plane, tired and happy.
This afternoon I heard your voice mail,
garbled for the most part,
but I assume you are safe
and with Alex
and that is really all I need to know.
I miss you
and I'm so happy you're gone
Cold today, rainy, we move into winter.
Darn.
Sweet dreams,
Your Moms
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