Poems

#43 – Obvious?

12/09/2017

Snow covered mountains,
Lakes,
Tiny pockets of humanity,
A never-ending skyline.
Serene, calming, floating –
External.
Inside:
Packed like sardines,
Loud humming of engines,
Turbulence, shaking, sneezes, crying babies.
Wish I wasn’t here,
Wish I could fly away.
Can’t.
Look outside, shut it out, drift off,
Lose myself in distant thoughts.
Even pictures don’t tell the whole story…