Lifted

Stuck in an airport the size of city,
looking for something to find,
amid all the well-dressed, appropriate people,
absorbed in averting their eyes.

Beautiful birds run away from the buildings
and clamber their way to the sky,
passengers saying their prayers at windows
all hoping their gods won’t reply.

Amen. Another one’s lifted high.
Amen. Another one’s lifted high.

Stuck in a city the size of an airport
watching the place running down.
No one knows what time it is in Toronto,
or where’s the best coffee in town.

Carrion birds lie in wait on the buildings,
their dangerous weight just enough
for mothers to pray Jesus’ grace on their children,
that heaven would take them with love.

Amen. Another one’s lifted up.
Amen. Another one’s lifted up.