Waiting.
To check in.
To get through security.
To get through immigration.
To board a plane.
To start the flight.
To end the flight.
To get the bag.
To get the cab.
To get to the hotel.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
And then we’re there!
Waiting.
To check in.
To get through security.
To get through immigration.
To board a plane.
To start the flight.
To end the flight.
To get the bag.
To get the cab.
To get to the hotel.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
And then we’re there!
Alex Lancia 
March 16, 2018 at 11:34 pm
Wishing I were there right now! Still 5 1/2 hours to go of conferences today even though only I personally am seeing just 4 parents. Keeping my sights on 4:00 like you were with that first step onto the plane. Hope you have a great trip!
March 16, 2018 at 11:58 pm
Love this simple, yet descriptive poem. It would be fun to write about all the different things we wait for as we travel, teach, love, and live. So much life can be found in “waiting”.
March 17, 2018 at 6:30 am
You’ve captured the rhythm of traveling.
March 17, 2018 at 9:55 am
Your poem perfectly captures what it’s like to travel. Such anticipation!