Untethering in stages–
the front door closed
the train from work
mechanical issues
a gate change,
delayed, the salmon sky
turned black now,
it’s beginning
to feel late, but
when did I leave,
or have I left yet?
Also a gradient,
shades of leaving,
and arriving,
and still customs to clear
when we get there,
a man paces, a baby
sleeps likes a baby
in a collapsible stroller,
stasis, the man curses
under his breath, static
on the overhead,
another gate change,
exodus of disbelief
we flood into the concourse,
and still no plane, we are all nowhere
except manifestly,
here
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Interesting exploration of transitory space. I loved particularly ‘another gate change/exodus of disbelief’ – that was striking and relate-able, very good phrasing. You have a wee typo on exodus by the way. x
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Thanks! And ugh, thought I had fixed it… one relies to heavily on autocorrect š
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No problem, always aim to help. š
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“We are all nowhere.” I feel this more and more…
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