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Arms

Evan C Ritchie
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Hopped a train on Monday morning Hopeful with tomorrow's dawning I could see the ocean stretching Drawing me into your arms Across my city vast and friendly To the end of line and then we Messaged how we couldn't wait We longed to find each other's arms Through the metal gates of mordor Leave my boots and loose my armor Till I passed the blue-clad orcs And everything's back in my arms Sat against the glass relaxing Hoping for a workman asking Are you ready for to taxi Straight into your woman's arms Hours passed and never stirring Tired eyes begin their blurring Till at nine there came a whirring From the airplane's open arms Quick now claim your flying throne Pick the good ones leave the bones One more stop and then we're going Across the ocean to your arms Woken to the rising sun I thought about what we had done Sitting in a metal oven Across the ocean in its arms Human beings are brave but stupid How else could that flighty Cupid Shoot an arrow o'er five thousand Miles and bring me to your arms But my need could not be quenched For our connecting flight was benched Until tomorrow so I went To walk the green of Iceland's hills In the ghostly glint of midnight One might wonder what could take flight From the crust of earth so different Bringing good or bringing ill Though my thoughts seem unreliant One might simply see a giant Rising from the rocks defiant Loping o'er his island home Or the coast of shale and bracken Could be dwelling of a kraken Pulling down the sailors shaken Icy cold to chew his bones All this night I sat in pining Hoping for the full sun shining Driving out these wondering fearing Thoughts and wing me to your arms Finally the morning broken And our seats exchanged for token Like the men whose hardy oaken Ships could bring me to your arms Then I learned this plane would bear us Not to Amsterdam but Paris There to take a train or bus To carry me into your arms Angry but resigned to do Whatever would bring me to you Till finally the bus in view I climbed aboard into its arms Paris then to Lille and further Set at ease by driver's laughter How the bus avoided crashing I don't know but came no harm Through the Antwerp streets went gliding And my glee no longer hiding Into Amsterdam at twilight Suddenly I saw your arms Standing like a statue ancient Gorgeous and by age untainted In your leather jacket waiting Till I run into your arms And I traveled half the earth But suddenly the pain seemed worth it As I dropped my hat and bag And finally held you in my arms