“Holding Pattern”

The final destination’s in sight   

            twinkling lights welcome   

            offer guidance and hope   

Suddenly turbulence     

            rolls over us   

            wind shear threatens our course   

Circle around, around, around   

Running low on fuel   

            ready to crash   

            ready  to burn   

Stuck in a holding pattern   

            waiting for answers   

            waiting for options   

Finally diverted to another port   

            an unexpected paradise  

            with exceptional surprises   

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman