Bob rushed in waving three new boarding passes.
To Bangor, Maine.
An alternative to Portland.
I got the three of us on the flight, he called.
Fairly singing.
Till he sat down to try to get a new car rental.
To drive from Bangor to Portland.
Calling every agency in Bangor.
Told by each, impossible.
So, he dashed back to the help desk.
To change the ticket back to Portland.
Either by standby at 1:00pm.
Or, on the delayed flight at 8:30pm.
By some miracle, we made the standby.
Though our luggage flew to Bangor.
But, we got to Portland.
Picked up a car.
And drove.
Stopping in Freeport.
To get necessities for people who have no bags.
Toothbrushes, paste, soap.
Underwear, socks, jackets.
Continued on to Damariscotta.
Picking up keys to our cottage.
And a meal.
Since by 8:30, resilience was wearing thin.
But we made it to the country house
Across a bridge, the moon asleep.
Welcomed by mosquitos, moths.
Seeking respite from forest deep.
Lynn Benjamin
August 9, 2023
