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,”