Poem for Today

Flying in Planes

Drifting. Spinning over these continents,
I see you, so far below.
A little hand moving above your head,
On a wondrous stem of an arm.

But I am better now,
So; I don't know if you are calling me back to you,
Or waving goodbye,


But, the way I am,
At this time,
Free from grief,
Perhaps I don't care..

Jan/Feb 2013