Are you like me, in airport limbo?
I’m thinking of Sky Above Clouds IV by Georgia O’Keeffe:
“To reach the top of the canvas, she climbed a ladder and for each of the lower levels, she stood or sat on a special platform: a table, a box, a small Mexican chair, and finally, the floor.” If you are in O’Hare, this painting lifts off and descends in the same city as you…
Maybe one of these airport poems by Adam Zagajewski and translated by Clare Cavanagh will interest:
Or one by Rosanna Warren, perhaps:
Or something further & closer to home, by Lacy Schutz:
[Image courtesy of Live Architecture]