Mobility

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Flight (Draft 1)

My country looks strange

from ten thousand feet

The landmarks seem small.

no roads and no streets.

Only hills that roll

and highways that wind

past all horizons

and into my mind.

The clouds cast shadows

on the plains below.

A pleasing mosaic,

A place I might go.

Then I close my eyes,

think on what's below.

Millions of people,

with places to go.

Doing their business

without me in mind,

exactly the way

I know that I'd find.

Bye-ku: George Carlin

Social observer,

a foul mouthed comedian,

always made me laugh

A Weak

A long and hard week
made longer by the distance
in both space and thoughts

Decisions

A big decision,

now that distraction is gone,

occupies my thoughts

A Long Pause

These two long weeks away from home,

and one more left to go,

have left me with a sudden sense

the road is all I know.

The stress begins to take its toll;

my body and my mind

cry out for rest I cannot give

until I have some time

But all my time away from home

allows me to reflect,

and ponder things both big and small

I often times forget.

The only thing I haven't done,

while traveling this land,

is keep up with my poetry.

So here goes; here I am!

Long Spring Walk

The trees give their shade

as we walk on the trail.

The sun peeking through,

but the branches prevail.

The sounds of the woods

ringing loud in my ears,

sends my mind to a place

I've held onto for years.

Thoughts of past summers

spent in cabins in woods,

of innocent times

and the bad and the good.

A stretch of the legs,

a stretch of my mind,

were two of the things

I expected to find.