Traveling

Traveling can be a pain, Particularly on a plane. You plan, you pack, you park, you wait Until you find the proper gate. You clutch ID and boarding pass Then zigzag through the lines en masse, Removing coats and belts and shoes And pray you're not the one they choose... A "random" check - you're patted down By someone surly, with a frown That's meant to let you know she's pissed 'Cause you might be a terrorist. You make it through and grab your stuff And find a seat. There aren't enough So some folks stand 'til they announce The boarding call; all flyers pounce. The goal's to make it so your case Will squeeze into a vacant space And then you sit, your legs all squished - Not quite as stress-free as you'd wished. And yet - some time away awaits, Well-worth whatever aggravates. A change of scene, some treats to find And all the humdrum left behind. This little break is like a gift; Your spirits get a needed lift. The days will pass, the time will fly And soon again, you'll surf the sky.