Using Imagination, Passing Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering through thoughts, mind kicking at them like I
would leaves lying on the ground in autumn, both the
leaves and thoughts being vividly colorful and vibrant.

Watching as they slide, shuffle or raise up into a short
flight of air current, so delicate looking, arriving soft-
ly upon the ground.

Nonplussed by the rudeness in a second of a moment, be-
cause at least they've been moved a little from the predict-
ament they were stuck in.

Thoughts now having themselves located and expressed in
this poem, giving everyone a bird's eye view of how at
times my mind works, passing time at the airport.