Plain Flight

Ear ringing
head compressed
eyes bleary
needing rest

Too many hours
too many miles
one airport to another
travelled in aisles

Across western Canada
eating nuts, drinking juice
Vacant smiling faces
Being of little use

A community of travellers
hah!
A herd of busy minds
demanding some sort of service
No one reading our minds
        to be continued!

The Silence is Deafening

The Silence is Deafening
as we sit in neat rows
awaiting the beginning1

The ethic of solitude
avoiding their space
silence reigns clearly2

1. what happens now
2. of community no trace

On occasion of sitting in Room 1430 at SFU