The journey back home

(For anyone who has to travel on an commercial jet these days)


Dropping off the rental car making sure nothing is left behind,
My carry on is rolling like an obedient dog, just like it was designed.

I slid this worn credit card in the self check computer slot,
And print out a boarding pass and join the rest of today’s traveling
lot.

Now shoeless with all my metal in the big plastic tray,
I line up to enter the air blowing bomb-sniffing display.

It’s time for java, now that I have gained the inner gate,
With cup and a low fat muffin in hand, I look for a nice place to wait.

After a while I hear it’s time to file onto this great flying bird,
I hope to God it’s not like the last time, when I had to sit next to
that computer nerd.

An aisle seat is where I always like to be,
Just in case of the event that I have to get up and go pee.

Seat buckled, book in hand, and all cell phones turned off,
Into the wild blue yonder, we gain the blue sky’s great loft.

I try to get comfy in the tiny little airline seat,
But its no use as the big beverage dolly, my right shoulder it seems to
like to greet.

I eventually doze off for a blissful visit into the mystic,
Only to come back due to the fact that my neck is all twisted.

Finally after hours we do land, this journey’s almost finished.
Only now, the memory of where I parked my car, has completely
diminished!


Curtis Gould