when there’s no home

13 Nov

airplanes in a holding pattern look for runways
others wait their turn to take off
and i sit here,
picking my nose,
but i`m convinced it won`t last.
the mother ship of tangents will soon send me
a new sort of distraction.


5 Responses to “when there’s no home”

  1. The Son November 13, 2013 at 4:53 pm #

    you have a way of observing familiar feelings

  2. Millie Ho November 13, 2013 at 6:01 pm #

    “and i sit here,
    picking my nose”

    Those two lines bring a certain whimsical charm. Great job, Steve!

    • steve November 14, 2013 at 12:44 pm #

      Thanks Millie. Unfortunately, the nose picking is true, but boredom thankfully happens most at the cusp of seasons. Eventually the landscape pixels seem to reshuffle with snow and what not and time moves a little quicker.

  3. kvennarad November 14, 2013 at 4:55 am #

    There’s a TV screen in the departure lounge and – ooh look! – it’s showing baseball.

    • steve November 14, 2013 at 12:38 pm #

      I toast your magic visualization capabilities with a beverage of your choice. The end never looked better.

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