Baggage

I am 73 leaving my ship
In Lima flying home to
Encinitas and Carol
Via Bogota then
DFW where my
Baggage of
One black
Suitcase
Is eaten by
The baggage
Empire as I fly
On to San Diego.
The bag is like the
Homily of Schrödinger's
Cat being lost and being not
Lost at the same time as
Baggage agents in San
Diego and DFW search
For some sign of life
While I hope the my
Suitcase-cat has
Nine lives and
Will survive
Like me.
The
Next day
The airline
Tells me the
Bag is found and
On the way to me
To be delivered this
Afternoon though
A bit of healthy
Skepticism
Is helpful
In the
Baggage
Empire of
The flying
Monkeys that
We all are
Hoping
For the
Best.