Ten minutes prior to boarding did they say
That I would really, truly have a seat.
At last, my lengthy trip was underway:
Phase One I could potentially complete.

Phase One concluded in the pouring rain,
When hurried ambulation to the gate
Ensured that I could board the Phase Two plane,
Though once onboard we had hour’s wait.

And now I sit, three hours in advance
Of home until the blessed hour of four
At which the TSA won’t look askance
When I pass by as they had done before.

For sustenance and Phase Three wait beyond
The checkpoint ere the new day will have dawned.