Leaving on a Jet Plane

I know when I'll be back again

(Tuesday after next)

But the need to be away

To slough off 

This bad taste in my mouth

Is pulling me against my grain

"I don't just hop a plane," I text

Without planning and lists

But she insists, and so I go

Into the great unknowns

Of Minneapolis

I know, I'm wild and crazy

Sane is feeling hazy

But that need to get away

Is pulling at my skin

It's too tight to live in

This way

I'm excited...delighted, even

But I'm anxious, too

And I keep reminding myself

That in Minnesota and Wisconsin

The only things I have to fear

Are too many cheese curds

And too much good beer

The "Be more spontaneous" decree

Has been on my list for years

But racing thoughts and tears

Have stymied me

So to do it any way I can

I had to make a deal...

Bless you, Xanax

You now have the wheel