I wake at five to stainless light;
Your heart knocks its mooring.
Here airport screens sift, blank
Pending, all day, we linger,
Nailed to the picture window,
and swerve between cars
the terminal, the times are wrong.
drifts, distant as dead sons.
to wait in cold for the long flight nowhere,
Jeannette Barnes, reference and technology instruction librarian (U of Alabama, 2002), b. Connecticut, grew up in Virginia, the West Indies, Colorado. Studied at Colorado College, Phillips University, University of West Florida, the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, taught English as a Second Language in Japan. Winner of a Pushcart Prize, finalist for the Nimrod/Hardman Award, winner of the Nebraska Award in Poetry and the Bridges Prize. Verse out soon in Alligator Juniper, Common Ground Review, the anthology Times of Sorrow, Times of Grace. See Michael Meyer's Poetry: An Introduction and The Complete Bedford Introduction to Literature, Anthology of Magazine Verse and Yearbook of American Poetry, the database PoemFinder, Nimrod International, Wind, Shenandoah, Nebraska Review, Greensboro Review, Florida Review, Yankee, Potomac Review, Kalliope, Poets ON, many more. She is a snow queen and likes to call herself a resourceress.