From June 1, 2001, originally. That was after a plane flight across the Atlantic. It still seems appropriate after sailing across the Pond – since sailing is a much more civilized way to travel than flying.
I crossed the ocean
And it crossed me.
Where am I?
I know the planet is Earth,
Since that’s what we call it.
I know the time
(As much as anyone could know)
But I’m still lost and floating
Home seems an eternity away.
Long ago, the brave crossed oceans,
To conquer and explore.
But today it doesn’t take courage,
Just an expense account,
And another meeting to attend.
Travel is no longer an adventure
(If ever it was before.)
This is just routine, almost tedium,
At five hundred miles per hour.
The oceans pass underneath,
And continents appear.
I’m in a crowded metal tube,
Trying to find a reason for it all.
I left my house to cross the globe,
But the website is still up,
And email downloads still.
Am I really gone?