Asking, Where She Is Right Now. Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the airport
there was this old woman
who in her eighties
gave herself an
opportunity to travel
alone

she was trying to book
her trip to iceland where
she will be met by
some old friends who told
her that travel is
advisable
considering her situation

her husband who had
Alzheimer just died a month
ago and
buried (or was there a cremation
i forgot)

she could not book her
flight as it was already full
and she called for the
attendant needing a wheel chair
as she gazes on her cellphone
where i too could hear her son
calling

asking, where she is right now.