365 haiku – Page 3 – JENNIFER WILLIS

So much stress and strain leave me feeling like I have a clamp on my heart.

What looks like courage is often simply the need to do the right thing.

Still on Ireland time, I wake in the wee hours and want a cup of tea.

Hours and hours to go of interview transcription, and still no deadlines.

I’m back in D.C. Feels disorienting to be on U.S. soil.

Heading back across the waves, but still another two weeks before home.

Another ghost walk through Northside Dublin scared the pants of the locals.