There Were Whispers Poem by RIC BASTASA

there were whispers
coming at dawn
near my ears

it is colder
when i am away from home
and the whispers
are a little bit louder
like some birds
wanting to enter
inside my heart
and make
their nests there

the room is dark
and there is no chance
that i will ever sleep

there is this voice
always telling me

home, i will be home
and tonight is the longest
dark night i shall ever have

it is the sound
of the plane, the clutters
of back packs

it is the sound of
the taxi
going to an airport

it is the view of
clouds up there
and some landscapes

some sea caps
and tiny boats
and then the
touchdown

some hands are
waving

it is 7: 00 a.m.
and the smell of home
is as sweet
as the odor of
an old shirt still hanging
on a chair
beside my door