My book club had our annual poetry month meeting last night (I know it actually isn't poetry month). At this event everyone brings something they've either read that they love or something that they have written themselves. Among a few things I contributed was this poem based on my recent travel experiences:
Drama in the Air (the Great Wide Yonder)
I'm beginning to sweat.
The hours ahead seem like days.
I shift and shrink and shiver.
I cannot escape all that is trying to fill my space.
They should've charged you for two seats.