Standing here at the baggage claim
waiting for someone else's dirty laundry.
Trailing a lost suit on the platform
as the skyway transforms.
I try to lift off the heavy baggage,
tightly sealed with no keys
under watch of security dogs and
air that smells of rubbing alcohol.
They are too heavy to lift.
Now, I find myself back at the staging area
picking up pieces of light
that somehow shattered under pressure.
Vivid colors and several healings that
must have dissipated in the mist.
I am breathing now from the clouds
and sending up smoke signals.
Sage-ing and engaging
Sending off that baggage to the doors
behind the doors for someone else to mind.
© -Sonja J. Johnston 12-May-2014
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