Seven hours in constant motion
Traffic, noise, madness, commotion
Crowded airport. Terminal right in the end
Car, bus, plane, a rickety auto and my limbs
Blackberry rings. Demands attention
The head spins, the body tired and spent
Not even sighting the beautiful big grey sea
Rejuvenates a cranky and exhausted me
Then across a door, two lost puppy dog eyes appear
And I no longer want anything to be still
…Next weekend is going to be another repeat drill.