basking in the noontime glare at the Cleveland Airport

Posted by nenafay on January 08, 2006 at 08:17:24:

a stranger sits, like a philosopher, in silence
as the woman beside him babbles on.
I don't know what she's saying either - or why.

But I know the light's still streaming
from you and you alone
through the beacons,
through the daydreams,
through the lives that mark the way.

Shadows move and pillars migrate
through the corridors of Cleveland
and I know at last.
I'm coming home to you.