The Terminal

dedicated to Robert Collins, 1966-1990

Waiting late into the night
I think of one now departed
Having taken an early flight

As I fill my time long overdue
Among the seats and shops and lines
With idle dreams and things to do

How long now have I been away
Reaching out to friends both near and far
Who beckoned me to stay?

But it won’t be long now
Before I hear the voice overhead
And I arise as if to take my bow

And board my skyward sleepy tomb
Am carried past the moonlit stars
to my anticipated home.

For now I think of things to do
But know full well a terminal
Is just for passing through.

© 2013 D. Patrick Collins

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  1. Judith Easterly

     /  March 4, 2017

    I love your poetry, Don. This one especially touched my heart. You definitely have a gift for writing.


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