a little Frenchie puppy looks at me longingly

from the arms of her new family

while we humans watch the screen

that repeatedly delays our flight,

and sends anxiety soaring –

and then cancels our flight launching anxiety into full flight.

the tiny big eared baby –

not knowing the cause of the distress,

still feels it.

minutes become hours

fighting sleep She finally falls asleep in the arms of Love.

awake i watch the restless –

and simply ask if there is another way home.

it turns out, there always is.

Ram Dass says “we are all just walking each other home,”

sometimes,

we fly.