An Airport Is Still Around Me

By Christian 

Tuesday, August 10th

Sarah Ann wrote this poem around 11pm.

To the deity in charge of airports:
This practical joke
Has gone on too long
It’s no longer humorous
Just mean and wrong
We arrived at this airport
At 3:30 pm
Of yesterday so
Why do you still condemn
Us to this fate of sitting and waiting
While you are showing no signs of abating?
I don't approach travel
With particularity
But now I'm starting
To lose my alacrity
My mother's acumen's
Been put to the test
But now both my parents
Are tired and stressed
I've learned that the weather
Is inexorable
Airlines are not
In fact, they're deplorable
Sitting's monotonous
But what most makes me pout
Is thinking of all
That I'm missing out
First, there's my sister
She's been away
For over a year
Now for another day
She's stranded in Seattle
No car, no phone
We want to see her
But she's all alone
Then there's our trip
Where do I start?
Dear airport diety
I'll begin at the part
Where my family invested
Time and money
So your practical joke
Is really not funny
In addition thanks to you
We've had to skip Juneau's
glacier but then again
Who knows
If we'll ever abscond
This purgatory state
Perhaps the O'Hare
Airport's our fate