an hour til flight time
hustle and bustle
people watchin' ensues
what are their stories?
who does he love?
why does she look so sad?
a woman sits in sunshine
the rays casting a glow
upon her brown curls
and her smooth, tanned skin
the businessman beside me
crisp suit and tie
still perfectly knotted
plays endless games of solitaire
bordeom washing over his face
a friendly woman in green
plops down to my right
"bright sun today!," she chirps
I smile and nod in agreement
the man whose profile is across the aisle
studies his Sudoku puzzle
almost as intently
as he studies the tall brunette
across from him
he watches as she cuts a calzone
sawing back and forth
with plastic utensils
a surgeon's skill, no doubt
Sudoku, brunette
Sudoku, brunette
the brunette's husband appears
the gazing stops
the woman in green gets chatty
"where do you live?"
"do you have kids?"
"how old are they?"
"where do you have their hair cut?"
"have you heard of this photographer?"
her boarding zone is called
reprieve
my zone is called
hurry up and wait
tap the plane three times
for luck
16A by the window
a non-chatty seatmate
drinks his Sprite
and his moustache hairs
frolic in the liquid
as if on their own little vacation
only 30 more minutes
to Nashville
almost home...
almost home
5 comments:
I'm glad to hear that Nashville is "home" already.
Another classic Katie...wonderful!
Especially love the mustache hairs frolicking as if on their own vacation!!
C
oooo...I love poetry..and I SOOOO love this poem..my favorite kind of poet is the kind who can take plain ordinary instances and make it into a story....congrats to you on the good work.
I'm in Knoxville and I think it would be awesome to actually meet a fellow blogger someday!
thanks for coming to my blog. I SOOO loved your lime story. I am going to add you to my blogroll so that I can keep coming back for more poetry!
this is awesome.
you're a very talented writer. I'm inspired. But my poem would just be something about, well, boogers and diapers. not much prose in that.
i'd like to just look around, and write a poem about it.
I love to people watch, I think they are fascinating. I love the story you wove through the poem. I just might be that lady in green. I love to talk to strangers :)
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