My flight got delayed a bunch and this came out of it

Picasso's failures etched into the rug

That shifts into a gray geometry

As flights delayed do sink my eyes a shrug

Of laden blinks; a stationary sea.

 

Backs are slumped like airplanes taking off

That are not ours, but otherwise aflight

A woman has the Plague; she coughs and coughs

While headphoned, deaf to her own dire blight.

 

It's unclear whether or not there is life

Residing in these metal-cushioned seats

Though one does bob a knee, and speaks to wife

Of weather, like one may of godly feats.

 

But whether journeys start, (they'll surely start?)

Or I am left dewinged and grounded here

At least I get to see these soaring hearts

Get reunited, embracing those held dear.

 

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minor edit to last stanza

edit two, got rid of couplet