Waiting in Olgii

Waiting in Olgii

They let us check our luggage in at the airport
then told us the flight was delayed;
something to do with the Turkish Ambassador.

We waited for our plane back at the ger hotel
on the outskirts of Olgii.
It was next to a swift brown river.

I spent hours watching a yak
graze on a sliver of an island
barely a few centimetres above the silty torrent.

There was a certain empathy between us,
both stranded, unable to leave;
the shared bond of the incarcerated.

At dusk, the yak strolled easily from its prison,
coming ashore close by where I sat.
It professed to be unconcerned about my plight.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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