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The Reunion
I know not Josh but know he is loved
Waiting for our departure from Portland
a crowd descends upon the gate
Cameras ready, recording the moments
signs declaring the approaching arrival
of someone long missed
Excitement builds as All wonder
who this person of fame is
Anticipation escalates as family and relatives
block the arrival gate
each anxious to catch the first glimpse
Again, I ask myself, "Who is this Josh?"
All now watching this scene unfold
Josh finally emerges - tall, young, and lean
dressed in the suit of a returned missionary
After many hugs and some tears
the human drama moves on
We board our plane
Somehow moved because Josh returned
Comments: Airports always fascinate me. I love to people watch and observe. To understand this poem fully, you must imagine a packed airport with almost every seat taken at the gate. Suddenly, this throng descends upon the gate approximately 15 minutes before the plane arrival - one that we planned to board. The noise, the excitement, the anticipation began to envelop all of us. My wife, son, and I talked about who Josh must be - the signs indicating his name. We thought he must be someone famous from the area, perhaps an athlete. Much to our surprise, we saw this quiet young man, somewhat dazed by all the attention, come off the plane and be consumed by the waiting greeters. Just as quickly as the throng descended upon the gate, it disappeared with much hugging, tears, and joys. I was very moved by this momentary human drama in which I played the unknown observer.
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Basic Instincts
Hunger consumes me
Thirst drives me
So long since I've eaten
So long since I drank
The wind blows
slowing my progress
changing my direction
"I must find food soon
or death awaits me."
"Why must I suffer so?"
Hunger and thirst
control my destiny
"Ah, there, off in the distance
not too far!"
"If only I can make it
against the biting wind
and this blistering heat."
Both my needs
soon to be filled
"Oh, the glorious taste of nectar,
the sustainer of life"
"My life will continue!"
SWAT!
"Those damn mosquitoes!"
Comments: What can I say? I had a lot of fun with this poem. We all face struggles, even the smallest creatures. Likewise, how often we savor victory only soon to suffer defeat.
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