A small girl with braids steals snapshots out a squoval window
Every soul, each object in the long cabin
is overcast with a sheen of sleepy,
jet fueled jet lag
But daylight, pure and natural
shines through on the small wanderer, basting her in possibility

The plane interior is pale, cool gray
with sky blue accents
Matching this, the child-woman wears comfy, muted 3 day sweats {luggage lost}
and the snow capped Rockies she gazes upon tie it all together:
Silvers, grays, whites, and
A Touch of the Blues

She'll get somewhere soon
but for now she'll just
be

stripped down to bone
and bone crumbled to dust

maybe still alive in a strangers memory
(but not for long)

no new clothes to dress up
no more self-delusion to hide behind

now entered fully into solitude
where the grave is full

full of dust
full of dust.

had more than my share
at an early age

now growing slowly (but oh so fast) into my dotage
acceptance is my sword and shield

acceptance with gratitude my saving grace.

There are moments
When the wonder of God's creation
Catches the eye and you can only stop
And experience joy.

Your words flow
effortlessly
from your perfectly
manicured mouth
your audience
guaranteed
your confidence
unbelieved
at least
by me