We’d finally
Made it back
To Orlando
When I realized
Vacations
Must end

Sometime
Before we
Departed
On the journey
Where forever
Did start

From gates
And crowded
Terminals
Crawling
With dreams
Of escaping

In this getaway
Of failing
Efforts
To secure
Some sense
Of control

Beyond
Such lines
And airports
Which rounded us
Weakly
Like cattle

Herding
Our hopes
Into numbers
As we wondered
What God
Could await

Such miniscule
Masses of
People
Fearing control
Of their
Wishes

All of them
Looking
For answers
But each of us
Equally
Lost

Landing
By prayers
To see palm trees
Beneath
That dusk
So inviting

Arriving
In time
For those fireworks
To explode
As they welcomed us
Home

Stranding me
Halfway
To heaven
As the worship
Of leisure
Presided

Over murals
Outside
That fake castle
Where I smiled
And found myself
Whole

Happy
As brief
Ever afters
I knew
Just can’t be
Eternal

But special
For the moment
They lasted
And divine
As the respite
We shared.

– J. Pigno