Bumping Into The Past Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I was so tired when we landed
two hours more at Honolulu,
before the onward flight departs
Vancouver, I can hardly wait.

An argument now with the barman
the whiskey was a blend of sorts
and not what I would always drink
welcome to cheats, they own Hawaii.

I turned and stared at what appeared
behind the counter CP Air
and lightning struck, that's how it felt
I had to know her, it was life.

And in a moment we were laughing,
she had commanded in the past
the desk of Frankfurt's ancient uni
and now she flew the freedom skies.

I was upgraded to first class,
and watched her splendidly round ass
as she came cruising many times
with twenty year old Bourbon Whiskey.

We talked about the very smallness
of our big world where people bump
into each other and remember
old times that need to be refreshed.

It was a real act of kindness
I stretched back in the first class chair
and when we landed in Vancouver
I met her husband, and the kids.