Striking distance

Grey skies melting
the sun fades away
rain falls through the atmosphere
as we sit
and watch
and wait
plane sits out on tarmac,
safe to stay in place.
Gotta go
gotta fly
heading home
through the troubled skies,
lightning strikes close
through windows the tired faces
looking at wrists
looking at phones
and I sit speaking
of lightning and rain
and things that nature brings,
no hurry
no worry
some things pass in time
as this shall too
nowhere to go
content to just have time
that always seems to be
in limited supply.
Cannot look at it badly
cannot change the skies
that cry on the pavement
and light the world
with bolts from clouds
angry but moving
slowly away.
Fade to a light shower
going home
peace in my heart,
thoughts in my mind
and a place to leave a piece
of this moment in time
behind to mark
another moment in this day.

Death by cheese….but it’s so good.

Fly to the land of cheese
As far as the eye can see,
Fields of grass for cows
To make me the gift of Brie.
A dinner menu pursued
With an eye for something new,
Nope here I go
So like me,
Pizza once again.
Some to go
Hotel room cool
No fridge as I can see
Breakfast comes at four am
Cold pizza it will be.
Off to work
Supplier site, now time for lunch
What do I see?
Now I never complain
About my favorite dish
Had some curd and beer cheese soup too.
But I go home wondering
What tomorrow will bring,
Ok, let’s skip the pizza this time please.
My husbands jaw will fall in shock
I see his image in my mind,
So love if you read this,
I like pizza all the time,
But a nice shrimp or steak would be nice too.

Mooooving along

Tossing and turning
Hotel radio with soothing sounds,
Wind chimes not lulling
Sleep not coming,
Elusive as peace.
Blinking light
Tiny green star above the bed
Flashing like a light
Flashing like an airplane at night.
Behind the door
Cowbell 119
I laughed to see my placard,
Each room different,
More cowbell I say aloud
To the shadows of no one in the hall.
Morning here and soon away
Mooooving again
Cars and factories
Airports and planes
Flying out over corn fields
And water water everywhere,
Heading home later
Where the world knows me as me,
Not a weary traveller
But a girl of peace and feet on ground,
Head in the clouds
Not flying physically through them,
Just mentally dreaming of skies
And rising suns
As I moooooove along
Ringing my bell.