GROUND STOP

running through life and airports

we dream of nothing
more than a moment
to pause, an instant

to reflect on every other  
harried happenstance
that has left us

bereft of perspective, cut off

from our souls; we are like

tops staggering as we near

the end of all this

spinning, still straining to go

round, willing these final

revolutions before everything
stops and we go

to the ground.