Tardis

I like jetlag. I like the quiet at five in the morning before the birds are up. I like the cups of tea in the pristine kitchen, the sleeping dogs, the four ayem runs to the emergency room with the chocolate-burping french bulldog. I like discovering poems and reading blog posts from Africa, and having time to read the whole of T magazine, and the piles of old letters on my desk. I like that there's a book coming out calling "Lifesaving Poems." I like that I have a stack of postcards from the National Portrait Gallery and a pen filled with blue-black ink, and thank you letters to write, and the optimism that comes with looking at the world afresh.

However, I would prefer to have a tardis so I could buzz back and forth to the UK.