Lost and Found

travel involves risk;

you get what you get.

in this case, little debbie snack cakes & tallboy beers at midnight.

we creatures of habit turn punchy,

couch-sunk at the hampton inn.

we ride our buzz on some blockbuster movie,

shades drawn, volume low.

later, the room pitch, our bed, an unfamiliar king,

we are careless, bearings lost. we turn,

find each other.