Sometime before we reached Mumbai
The crickets started their part
in the great symphony of the night.
“We’re still here! We’re still here!”
They sang and called me to God.
A song rose in my heart in response
that I could not sing aloud.
What would the taxi driver think?
He may have thought I was a little off.
So I let it sing inside of me:
“Lord forgive us.
We have not honored you.
We have not cared for your creation.
We have not loved one another.
We have not cared for the poor and the weak.”
We reached Mumbai.
Waited for hours to be told
No room for you on this plane.
We were escorted out of the airport
and put in a taxi
by some kind airport officials.
The taxi drove off.
The driver and his co-worker
working the phones to get us
on another flight or into a hotel
in the wee hours of the morning.
A call came,
“You are lucky! Confirmed seats
They raced us back to the airport.
Same kind officials
escorted us quickly through
the lines and waved good-bye.
There was room on the plane
We made it, last to board,
walking in a dream.
© 2014 Julie Clark