Geneva greets us in grey mist
The tannoy says a storm we’ve missed
Easyjet – our orange bird
Floats through a wall of cloud – unheard.
Damp patches on the tarmac gleam
Airport staff - a tight knit team
Load up the cases, bring the bus
Straight to the terminal – no fuss.
I’m met by a friend from long ago
We stand in ticket queue – so slow
But when we reach the desk at last
The VISA ticket sale is fast!
Time for a cup of tea and chat
An exchange of views and promise that
When time permits, we’ll make a date
To spend more time around the Lake ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2014