I have been all over the world.
Though my feet have only touched
parts of the U.S., Canada, South Korea, Cambodia,
China (if only a few hours) and the Czech Republic (too long ago),
the dirty dead skin fallen from the pads of my bi-peds
has been swirled with others in Denmark, Iceland and Laos.
The hair on my arms my students
cannot help but brush as I brush past them,
has fallen off in twos and threes,
caught in a cool breeze and found their way to Belize.
The water to wash blood from pavement
After a tumble on an ill-advised bicycle rumble
down the steep slope behind my college dorm,
was treated in a facility somewhere in western New York,
bottled from a tap by someone passing through,
on their way to Timbuktu,
or maybe New Jersey.
In the Garden State, I cannot imagine where
decades of me
can be by now?