2 am

Land,
luggage,
end reality.

Bad weather means
delayed flight,
glued in tonight
still, adventure
beckons
from glass pane
separating
airport
and
New York City;

Our escape.

5 hours till next flight.

Sheer immensity
of silver obelisks,
so cleanly cut
edges like razorblades,
have grasped our curiosity,
slicing binding adhesive
of bad weather,
anchoring our release
into the cold mist.

We wander beyond
our time limit.

Bright,
despite night.
City never sleeps,
still peaceful
on the other side of day.

Making way
street by street,
exploring what we can
while we can.
The amount of exploring
one gets done
with a time limit.

4 hours

Alleyways,
streets, parallel
zigzag back and forth
up and down.

Some lit,
others
bleeding darkness,**
over pouring
with lost souls.

With a clouded sense
of direction,
one tends to find lost
at every corner.

3 hours

Like bugs at night,
we stick to the light.
We strive to make it back
before our time is up.

Nervousness settles in
as sight seeing
becomes partial.
New objective,
return to airport.

Mental maps being yelled
back and forth.
Still nobody knows
which is right.

2 hours left.

Familiar street
or frame of block,
memory shoots through mind
like lightning arcing through the sky
providing the route back
to salvation.

The Scarlet Speedster
known as The Flash
has never known speed
comparable to
my brothers and I
nervously rushing
back to JFK.

With our last hour
we check in our baggage
and board our plane.

Though not our destination,
it would be pointless to pass up
the late night delicacies
of New York City.