Monday, May 18, 2009

On the Dock


Blue and a bit hollow.  The world is flat and made of cardboard.  I was supposed to leave on a trip to Japan this morning, but the agency could not book me on a flight.  A free trip, for I was to chaperone.  My travel life is cursed.  I am left standing on the dock, sadly waving, with all others unable to go.  Life compromised.  The weather changes from sunshine to rain.  Heavy, bruised clouds to dampen spirits.  Elsewhere.  That is where everything is. 


2 comments:

  1. Exactly the way I feel this morning...sorry it's happening to you too. You have expressed disappointment perfectly!

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  2. It is spreading like the Swine Flu.

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