Ambitiously bundled
Just off the plane
Blizzard waiting, throwing
Gorgeously threatening wind
Spattered with opaque ice particles
Snow like Julia Child's omelettes
Fluffed by who holds
A handle incessantly moving
Shaking up my life - my skin
Is not used to the fifty degree fahrenheit drop
Not noticing until rosy cheeks last through next dawn
Running in a snowstorm
Better than Buddhist leg-crossing meditation
It is easy to be here
Displacement disappears
Explaining in an hour all
Abstractions - shattered self identity
Forming willfully - no longer a mirrored double
Uncanny expat expectancies, experience -
Taking shape from within
Radiating the labyrinth I've created
I cook dinner for my family
Feeding them a story
They previously only heard by phone.
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