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Flying Home
When you read this I’ll be gone
on wings of aluminium
jet-propelled
rocket fuelled
across a hemisphere of night
sky flecked with stars and a swinging moon
We launch ourselves after midnight
exhausted
and twinged with guilt, relief, excitement and fear:
flying always smirched with unease
these days, this planet, this disease of terror and distrust
An endless night might take us home –
to the stars or to Australis Incognita –
but known to us as home:
children, parents, shades and blood
await our safe arrival
From desiccant dust and oppressive sun,
alien life and rules –
to freezing Melbourne
swept with Antarctic wind
and awash with blessed rain
Dripping trees
a welcome bark
cold beer
hot bacon
and ... home
I hope you all have safe and happy holidays - I hope to be 'calling in' but I expect limited access to the cyber world for a short while. All the best, Isabel xx
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8 comments:
One of the best goodbyes I have ever read - have a brilliant time!
Wonderful "departure." Enjoy your holiday!
I can't say it more perfectly than 120 Socks:-)
I too cringe when I fly. Great read with wonderful words!
A wonderful way to depart. :)
beautiful way to say goodbye.
love your style.
Isabel,
If Gaia notions are meaningful, what illness we feel in our human 'niche' of the 'organism' may indeed spread bad disease.
Melbourne always sounds like a good place.
We'll catch up soon
Trulyfool
have a wonderful trip. love the poem.
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