So here I sit in Edinburgh
Single malt at hand¡
A castle overlooking me while
I ponder what I have overlooked.
Tasks at home now
Chinks in my armor
Flanks under seige by
Poor planning, by poverty of prognostication and
Yet a ridiculous richness descends on me in my
Knowing that driving on the left
Leaves me disabused of certainty – each
Traffic circle gracelessly cornered a sign of
Undeserved grace. Far from home
I sit back – when safe so to do – and
Ponder my place in a place such as this:
Afar and alien by a half.