Tagged: airport

sixty-one minutes

sixty-one minutes
before takeoff, we sit at
the gate, waiting and

dreaming of flight, something more
graceful and less burdensome
.
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in the space of two

in the space of two
raindrops, a plane takes flight – window-
seat on the tarmac
.
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arrivals are like

arrivals are like
departures only at the
curb – cars
left running,
waiting for a sign
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: running

to tell the truth, as soon

to tell the truth, as soon
as i have settled into
the wait at the gate,
boarding pass in hand,
homeward bound,
i am split into two –
one in anticipation,
with joy, the other,
already in the future,
sitting at another
gate, heart
untangling the
strings that keep
pulling me
home, taut with
renewed longing –
waiting to be whole
.
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perhaps we are made

perhaps we are made
up of copies of ourselves
and each other – the

Willie Mae sits in Hangar B,
rebuilt, dreaming others’ dreams
.
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if sleep were a plane,

if sleep were a plane,
i’ve missed my flight tonight – and
hunger’s whistling
.
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the future arrives

dining at the airport

at the airport, time

at the airport, time
stands still as i age, feeling
twice removed, at once

likely and unlikely, an
edge on arriving early
.
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at the airport, time

at the airport, time
unshackles itself
from place,
a charged
disassociation
known to have burst
a bubble or two.
check your watch
again, it has to
be wrong
.
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