A large cardboard box is reluctant to budge
till an ugly brown bag comes and gives it a nudge.
A pusher is passing in clear plastic wrap
and a grey bag’s just finished its twentieth lap.
I’ve stood here for ages, I’m tired of the sound
of the carousel creaking around and around
There’s no sign at all of my shiny red bag
with its polka-dot ribbon and bright purple tag.
I watch as the cases are jostled and swayed,
as they each play their part in this clumsy parade.
They’re all in a higgledy-piggledy row
but there isn’t a bag with a polka-dot bow.
A flurry of limbs marks the start of a race
as the lucky ones capture their runaway case.
Around goes a rucksack, a crate and some skis
but, of course, I’ve no interest in any of these
I’m just on the lookout for one glossy bag
with a polka-dot ribbon and bright purple tag.
The crowd’s disappearing, they’re all moving on
and that rotating jumble of luggage has gone.
The carousel slows and I utter a shout
as the very last suitcase comes barreling out.
I cannot believe it, what wondrous relief
after sixty full minutes of nerve-wracking grief!
It’s finally made it, my special red bag
with its polka-dot ribbon and bright purple tag.
I cling to its handle, I cuddle my case
as the universe settles once more into place.
Very clever!
Excellent Jenny! I do like your poems!