Bullion Grey Poems
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Letter To A Friend On Vacation
How was your flight? I hope it was as fantastic as
what I imagined it was.
I was flying with you - you know?
As you waited for the plane, boarded, searched for your seat,
got settled...waited for departure, lifted off in the wings
of hundreds of tons of steel, flying toward an uncertain future
(as we all do) , soared among the angels of the sky (clouds)
and saw that the earth was very different just a few feet away.
Yes, I was there while you stumbled to get to the bathroom,
(I waited outside) , then made your way back to your seat.
I saw you ...
I search for myself in a senseless time.
Sometimes my search is a senseless rhyme.
A right of passage to my old age,
the thought of enduring a serious stage?
It's not enough all I need, could be such, while I breathe?
Yesterday and today and what of tomorrow,
and the fiddler you paid and what of the sorrow?
Sure there was laughter and joy at sometime,