Hopefully, this is Terminal
True, but if you could stand and read,
the boards of arrivals in my head
and hear the hum of flying thoughts -
so loud (their turbines) that it hurts -
if you sat in thought traffic control
then you would see my private hell.
If you had the stamp at the passports desk
you’d stamp yourself through no less
than twenty-four times every day
guaranteed, and there you would be
inside my head – an outlawed thought,
granted asylum. But, in my heart,
if you walked through to the lobby,
you’d see, amid the jostling mob,
a man holding a card with your name
with arms out, open in welcome.
winston plowes
Tue 19th May 2009 14:35
liked this Dermot. Different. Turmoil and oppression. Winston