Earthscape artwork by Andres Amador
Missed Connection
You're planning to move again,
and you know I can't follow—cuffed by mortgage, children,
and place devotion. Too many yearsplanted in the prairie—I tear up
at Omaha's skyline appearing as a miragein the sea of corn, blooming from I-80's cement,
as I race home after dropping off the kidsto their father's in the east for the summer.
Can we even call those short buildingsa skyline? Well, I do. Over the Missouri
the walking bridge is lit up like the yellowbrick road that leads to my front door.
I only visit the bridge in July at nightwhen jumping seems like an option,
when you're hundreds of miles away—not available to play lifeguard.
I wonder if you'll miss the Midwest,Runza, Dairy Queen, and the rest.
Eppley Airfield is my favorite airport—two concourses—A and B—with that
welcoming Omaha Steaks kioskas if air travel lends itself to meat, so I agree
to meet you there before your flight—need to see you off this one last time.
Sitting at a table in Godfather's Pizza,me with two slices, you sipping on a soda,
I ask questions. You offer few answers.Finally, you give a clue, but overhead
a voice calls, The TSA would liketo remind you not to leave your bags
unattended. Meaningless warning.Now it's time for you to go
through security—they need to x-rayyour bag, shoes, and chest. Maybe
there's a beating muscle under your shirt,I can't be sure. We hug before you slip
into the line, and then I turn, go downthe escalator for I can't follow you to the gate.
I freeze my face until I'm in my carin the dark of the parking garage.
You don't know that my hearttags along in your suitcase. In the front
pocket, where you might have stuffeda magazine or book, she waits. How
am I to know you'll lose your bagin the Denver airport while studying
the new art exhibit. Denver, an alienmonstrosity, complete with ice skating rink,
miles and miles of distance to runfrom one gate to the next. You miss
the connecting flight. Your bag is turnedin, but you failed to fill in the card latched
to its handle. There's no name, no number.Your suitcase sits for months in lost and found
until donated to the local Goodwill.