Friday 23 September 2011

My messenger in disguise?

Gently lifted, transcending above
the norm.

The scatter of green flowered tops
soon switch to dancing clouds.

The sunlight peaks from beneath
the shutters tilt.  It warms my hair.

Illuminates my scribbling hand
My blinking eyes flutter, strained.

I listen intently to the pilots announcement
though I cannot decode a word.
Looking at the faces I try to distinguish
and define
difference.



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