a handful of seeds
any moment now
taste of home
Still in Toronto Israeli time is a wish and a laugh away. Delays are more common than the sunflower seeds we were hoping to save for the flight.
No more seeds, but lots of delays. Every few minutes the board pronounces further delays. I’m out of coins to phone my parents. They might look at the plane schedule for amusement.
They might have internet. I don’t.
What kind of airport doesn’t offer wifi. The cleanest airport in the world, perhaps but no wifi. And no airplane to Tel Aviv.
Reminds me of a joke. You know the one. Yes, no. Never mind.
But I speak of not knowing if the delay will be good or worse for us. The so-called ceasefire due to begin at seven in the morning, Israel time. What will be the state of rocketfire by the time we land. I believe that every second counts. What can we do, but wait and see. Defenseless to change our situation.
Would I have stayed in Toronto if I’d have known that I’d have to sit here for hours? I doubt it. I still have to get home and the rockets will still be falling. I can just hope that they don’t fall on us.