POEM: Air travel

Its been a while since I shared a poem with you, and so here goes nothing...

Just beyond your fingertips

the air swirls

and teases swooping up

and down like clouds of lead

free

to float away to nothingness

as hope evaporates.

Leaving an imprint where

it once sashayed

around and around and around

inhaling every breath of anticipation

of what

could

be.

Loss echoes and vibrates

on the ribcage

confusing messages

of hunger 

the totality of emptiness

in that second

hopeless.

Time passes

without acknowledgement

a moment

a lifetime

the sameness is the same

until hope

is regained.