Green, blue, and cream swirls and angles
swarm around my toes and feet
as new winds try to sweep me away,
grasping at my hands,
The whimsy and wonder of air
in my lungs, around my soul,
bring a smile to my face that can’t be
contained or hidden
It takes my breath, gasp by silent gasp,
‘til stars appear ‘fore my eyes
and flood my small, feeble consciousness,
seeping out of me
This poem was inspired by the carpet at the Springfield-Branson National Airport. I arrived at my gate nearly an hour and a half early, so I found (with great effort) a spot on the floor near a power outlet. I spent the next twenty minutes struggling to focus and find inspiration. Then I looked down and zoned out while staring at the carpet. When I regained conscious thought, I felt inspired by the patterns, by the trip I was about to take, by the wonder that is flying. I hope you enjoyed the poem.
Where did you last travel?
Do you enjoy flying?
What’s your favourite mode of traveling?
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