Wanting To Fly To India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Jets taking off and landing, taking people all over the
world, yet here I am in a parking lot, broken down, sit-
ting in the burning sun of an Arizona desert afternoon.

Thinking and writing, wanting to fly to India to see won-
derful sights I've been told of by my friend in Calcutta,
dreaming of finding a way to get there.

A lasting wish providing the impetuous to keep me living
yet a while longer, exploring details I've been given and
feeling the thrill of being there, even though I'm not yet.