Hour 12: Canceled Flights

We huddle, we hope, we play card games on the floor, eat takeout for every meal. Pizza, lo mein, cheeseburgers, and Gummi bears.

We watch each other’s luggage, and sleep in dog piles against the wall. We walk around the same terminal that we already scouted out this morning. We laugh, we crumble, dreams of travel thwarted.

We continue to belong to our time together, despite the walls falling over on us.

 

2 thoughts on “Hour 12: Canceled Flights

  1. This line, ‘We continue to belong to our time together, despite the walls falling over on us’ this is an astounding sentiment and something I may think about for weeks to come. I love the presence of this poem, it feels like a photograph of a single moment in time which forever captures in words a single experience that can never be repeated. Travel plans may have been thwarted, but there is still an adventure within these fallen walls.

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