Flying

[image from google]

Traveler

is packing

her kit bag

with gifts and necessities.

She is readying

her walking stick,

and calculating

how many

books

to carry along.

She has been

putting off

this trip

for too long:

too busy,

too many crises,

too tired.

But now

it is Time.

The plane

is on

the tarmac.

It is revving

its engines.

The windows

are ready

for cloud-gazing,

and for seeing

breath-taking

mountain ranges

from above,

and little tiny towns
small as a

 children's game.

Her eyes

are lifting up,

up,

from the minutiae

of daily existence

to beyond

the horizon,

where vision

expands

to the infinity

of possibilities

one life

can hold,

if we only

knew it

soon enough.

Soon,

very soon,

she will be

Flying.

Notes: I actually am making a quick trip by plane this coming weekend to see my son and daughter-in-law, Jon and Zenny, as well as my aunt and uncle. I havent flown since 1998 and, when I did, was transfixed by the sight of huge mountain ranges below, as beautiful as the Himalayas. I couldnt believe my fellow passengers were reading their newspapers, ho-hum. I could not take my eyes from the window.

So I am looking forward to that trip. But the words hold a double meaning, as my life is currently rearranging itself and creating change, as it seems to do every decade. I have felt the change coming, and have been readying myself for it. Change should bring more ease of spirit, as well as more time to write, and so I mean the flying analogy metaphorically, as well.