Here you will find the Poem Traveling Dream of poet Marge Piercy
I am packing to go to the airport but somehow I am never packed. I keep remembering more things I keep forgetting. Secretly the clock is bolting forward ten minutes at a click instead of one. Each time I look away, it jumps. Now I remember I have to find the cats. I have four cats even when I am asleep. One is on the bed and I slip her into the suitcase. One is under the sofa. I drag him out. But the tabby in the suitcase has vanished. Now my tickets have run away. Maybe the cat has my tickets. I can only find one cat. My purse has gone into hiding. Now it is time to get packed. I take the suitcase down. There is a cat in it but no clothes. My tickets are floating in the bath tub full of water. I dry them. One cat is in my purse but my wallet has dissolved. The tickets are still dripping. I look at the clock as it leaps forward and see I have missed my plane. My bed is gone now. There is one cat the size of a sofa.