Tuesday, June 15, 2004

What Can I Say? I Had Time on My Hands!

A bit of bad poetry (off the top of my head as I waited in the airport yesterday)....

On Being Stuck in an Airport

I am standing in this airport, waiting for my plane to come,
But the planes are all delayed by the hiding of the sun.
It seems my life is just a standing-in-between:
I am always going somewhere, but that somewhere's never seen.
I am stuck-in-between, in the middle of my life,
Until Heaven's planes come down on their wings of wind and light.

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