If I had a flying carpet,
I'd fly you to the falls
to watch the rainbows shimmer
in the rock-spewn mists
of Niagra's reckless plunge.
Or share the blazing sunset
at Big Bend's mystic window:
gazing at pastel layers
merged with the western sky.
Or we'd lower a canoe
in a Missouri stream
on a star-jeweled moonlit night
and hear the dulcet songs
of gentle shore-bound waves
and the hum of an insect choir.
But I have no magic carpet
to whisk you off to peaceful vistas:
only these feeble runes
scratched on a field of white.
Still, I wish that we could get away -
that is -
if you can spare the time.
*September, 2007
Included in Unity Tree, published by Create Space available from Amazon.com in both book and Kindle formats.