Some trouble with the airlines. Numerous hours were spent in the airport. I chose a poem from my second book, "The Walking Monk : Poems. 1” (available on AMAZON) that in part, reflected my mood.
You’re In
Dull time did pass - no break
Something that seemed so hard to break
When out out the window a pathetic gloom
A day of utter drizzle doom
Not even a steamy herbal teacup
Could pull the entire spirit up
For a grey day veil did suspend there
Endorsing a world that’s so unfair