20 March 2008

              Business Travel

              Between one delayed flight and the next
              I orbit in airport lounges,
              drift from one cup of coffee to another,

              my mind slipping from the pages
              of a meaningless magazine
              into memories of life elsewhere,

              your touch, the sound of your voice,
              like signals from a distant planet
              that I'd missed, and miss again.
posted by Gilbert at Thursday, March 20, 2008 6 comments