Flights - by Judy Brown August 23, 2010

Rev. Nancy Allen came across this poem and I loved it.  Thought I would share it with the interwebs.

Flights
Yesterday,
An easy flight
For me. Not so
For him.
He was an hour
Late because a
Jar of caramel sauce
inside a suitcase, broke,
And ran out, down
The outside
Of the plane.
They didn't know
What the suspicious
Liquid was.
Was it mechanical?
A terrorist plot?
As it turned out
They should have
Called for ice cream,
Not mechanics
And the bomb squad.
So hard to know
What we are seeing,
Sometimes. Especially
When we're scared.