A sleepy-minded journal entry, early morning before the plane landed in Dusseldorf

Dusseldorf near. Morning time. I recall a plump, brown and tired face on the New York City subway, ragged cornrows patterning her head. The Brooklyn Bridge jutting into the sky, strong steel and cable--Grimaldi's Pizza choked with a line of people eager to dine on a Sunday summer night. Blisters from walking a few miles through city streets in high heels. Drummers in African garb, a kid with a hat to catch the coins and dollars. It is quiet in the too early morning. The body transitions in time--the cells whispering that morning has sped ahead by six hours. Hungry for images, ready for wide-eyed leisure and recovery. A limber soul. Crystal ice in the double paned windows. Socks on the feet for a muffled shuffle. Platitudes, hairbows, fireman fundraisers, well-fitting jeans, purses, thrift stores, seams, galoshes, grandfathers, mythmakers, saltshakers, poison ivy, scuttling mice, inside windows, stewardesses, lobsters in cages, supermarket white lights, ziploc bags, rubberbanded claws, yapping dogs on leashes, the urine smell in the city, mint gum, barn doors, street art, galleries, hair gel, the horizon line, magazines, duty-free, chinese food, tandoor chicken, tika masala, cabbages, fried rice, pineapple, crab meat and lemonade. Belt buckles, tractor supply stores, the bright afternoon sun and fireflies in the field hovering, birthdays and mexican bread, lovers and friends, clean kitchen counters, cinder block walls, mounds of dirt and fresh cut flowers, lanky slobbering dogs, mint in the hair, shaving, baths, flossing, barettes and cigarettes, delicate goblets, crystal stems, poppies, New York bagels, keeping on, microwave popcorn, sweat and perfume, passed out, fire hydrants, orange trees, lozenges, fishermen, Germany, friends left behind, friends to come. Laziness, inspiration, joyful nothingness. Braids in the hair. Athletic shorts, basketball courts, street ball in Brooklyn, hockey sticks, talking lisps and then, yes! sugar-free. Paris! All the monuments of man and the blue blue sky, the red wings, the willow and the violin. Muslims in scarves and in prayer. The moon cycle continues and the descent. Hookahs, Coleman Hawkins, dancing to Erik Satie slowly on a Sunday morning. Glorious light through ballroom windows. Orange signs and steam in Shanghai. An apron to wipe your hands on. Very suggestive--a diving pelican. Indian music! Fighting flying parrots. The green parrots of Pasadnea, a pressure cooker, rice cooker, walking with head down, then head and heart high. Packing light, toothless. Stomping feet, on knees, through trees. The sudden appearance of yes! Tracking down the monkeys forgetting grace, reaching for ropes and words. Sometimes a blank mind, sometimes dust in the air. Bottled water everywhere. Belts around the waist. Salt and pepper to taste. An out of tune piano for a raft. Baffled and blue, the heart sings true. Hair rained on and rusted--twisted with trumpet sounds and curled by the angel's hounds. Chills pills spills wills mills gills kills. Goslings in the wake. A woodchuck having a field day. A maypole and a fireman's carnival--steam in the tent. Lightning finding the rollercoaster, screams finding the pole, fried dough and beer. mud. chat. boots & sandals. A new pen! A bitten end. A tunnel to the sun!