Jet-Lagged Spring Therapy by Ángel Chaparro Sainz

It’s weird now to think about this
(Time to destination: 10:50
Local time: 4:50 pm
Distance traveled: 0 km
Altitude: 0 m
Ground speed: 0 m
Head wind: 0 km/h
Outside Air Temperature: 26 c)
But I’ve just remembered that last night
I was sitting in the curb smoking behind the trashcan,
Could hear kids playing in other yards.

The day had gone by in a flash
Sun was fading in the west
Ash-gray clouds making his bed
But I turned east to stare at the Wasatch
And I wondered
That my first spring in the valley
Was almost over.

Now I see the melting peaks
Quite closer,
Hovering over them:
Less than 35 feet, still V1, and more than ten hours to
Get back
The day
I run younger to come here.

Twelve fake hours of my life
That I have used to bury my ego
In this foreign plain surrounded by heaps
Of pioneering dreams become true.

Next year I’ll celebrate the day I creamed
My neck
Watching in awe how spring was sun
Caressing the stony lips of Princess
While she was resting wrapped
In white blankets.

I already traveled back home.
A home I’m leaving and heading to at once.
Sparrows play in civic chestnut trees
And quails wriggle in the dust of Liberty Park.
It’s weird now to think about this
But I love to dream
That I’ve been disjointed by spring.

(Time to destination: the rest of it
Local time: no need
Distance traveled: always the longest
Altitude: too close to
Ground speed: please, slow it down
Head wind: dry feet
Outside Air Temperature: who cares!)


You can find Ángel’s other Spring Runoff entries here and here.

*Competition entry*

5 thoughts on “Jet-Lagged Spring Therapy by Ángel Chaparro Sainz”

  1. I owe that one to Gideon, Tyler and his wife and our conversation while I struggled with Mexican food in the AML lunch, Patricia.

  2. All the better. And I wish I’d been there, if for no other reason than to watch you wrestle with the food. In my AML experience “Mexican” is the default fare.

  3. Chuckling over here.. *why* is mexican the default AML fare??

    You do a good job catching the feeling of vertigo one experiences with jetlag. Sort of a whorl of impressions, quick and slow passing of time.

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