For an Hour or So

Peace.  I have a window seat from which
To watch the lifeless prairie landscape
Passing under me.  My wife this time's
Not at my side, which means I needn't work
To show an interest in her ever-changing,
Pointless plans for us once we're returned
To ground.  The grand kids are no longer
Looming, whining and destroying things.
My daughter watches them alone, no
Doubt.  Her husband's on his phone,
The tension in their house relentless,
But it's miles back and down.  All I
Hear are engines churning.  All I see
Are fields of snow.  I'm passing
Between maelstroms, fated never to do
More than that, but, in the passing,
All is calm.  I feel myself at peace.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-16 at 23:45

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
One lives for such fleeting moments. Well expressed.
2023-01-17