Tired head. Sitting in an airport. Waiting for a flight. Tired head.
Phone is dead. Technology connects. Plane delayed. Head is dead.
Circuitry misconnected. Evening getting on. Feeling misdirected.
Terminal is full. Children hanging on the rail.
Person curled up. Blankets laid out.
Coffee wearing off.
Full day of work ahead. Buried by thoughts.
Fuzzy thoughts. Recollections of past days.
Wanting to board the effing plane.
To fly off to my namesake.
Make my way into the clouds
And not even look down.
But soar home along the way.
And end this effing day.