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
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.
