Missing my connection

circling in midair
waiting for clearance to land
trapped between sky and ground
without purchase
on either
while others above and below
continue on
to finish their journey

like the man
sentenced to having no country
always at sea
never touching the edges
of something
you want to call your own

we reach out each time
passing by, stretching
to just brush fingertips
never quite enough
to clasp hands,
to grab on,
to stay.

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Seb
    Jun 07, 2013 @ 21:14:27

    Modern life is horrible! πŸ™‚

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  2. agjorgenson
    Jun 10, 2013 @ 21:09:54

    I love descriptions of being between: it seems to be where we are most often, yet rarely acknowledge. I like the image of being trapped between air and ground without purchase on either.

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    • Whimsy Mimsy
      Jun 10, 2013 @ 22:14:58

      πŸ™‚ thank you…

      I agree – there is so much of life where we are in limbo…waiting between.

      I had the word connection to play with as a prompt…and this is where it went.

      Reply

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