Flight Delay

By Kelly Grace Thomas

 

Sometimes it takes a snowstorm-

when the earth lays a blanket of ivory over us so fragile,

that even a footprint of a feather, would break us-

Sometimes it takes a snowstorm to hold us still.

Maybe we need to breath in a place a little longer,

Maybe there is a whisper yet to say,

with breath like a ghost that haunts at midnight.

The snowstorm has kept me here today,

I won’t ask why, I will only sit and wait.