People will tell you where they’ve gone-Joni Mitchell
They’ll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Others just come to harm
Oh, Amelia it was just a false alarm
Amelia Earhart. Flew alone. Flew and disappeared.
I’m thinking about Amelia as I wait and watch.
The view from the office window, I call command central.
The snow falls in slow motion;
that sideways snow,
white falling from the sky.
Watching from the window as if I had nowhere to go.
(I have nowhere to go.)
Nature puts on a last gasp of a winter show.
Like this little pup, we care for
for a few months,
Unused to flying like Amelia,
unused to stillness,
to slowing down.
To stop, stop, stop,
when I want to go, go, go.
Like the snow,
Embrace the view from and of and in the sky.
Become like the snow in a
slow motion life,
turned upside down, a snow globe.
Flying in the crystal sunshine.
Landing safely, slowly.
Amelia Earhart “passed the time by reading poetry, learning to play the banjo and studying mechanics,” while convalescing from the Spanish Flu one hundred years ago.according to Wikipedia.
- Who are your heroes?
- How are you getting by?
- Are you able to write? Make art?
- What’s your secret to slowing down?
- What’s the view from your ‘command central?’