While waiting to depart and on the plane, I could not help but overhear conversations that I immediately translated into poetry. The first speaks of departures, second guesses, and the return; the second, which I wrote as they talked, speaks of 'boys being boys' despite the fact that the age range was from the mid 20's to somewhere in the 50's. In defense of the fifty-year old, he tried to rein in the others. They obviously hoped to have a good time! Anyway, here are I Miss You Already and Tequila.
I Miss You Already
"I miss you already."
The stranger said into the cell phone
Thoughts that currently consume my mind
"I love you too."
Words I too recently had said
Life seems filled with such "good-byes"
Some of our making - others not of our own
Already I think of my return
Having not left the gate
What lies between our 'good-byes' and 'hellos'?
Only the Fates know that well-kept secret
Tequila
"Tequila!" the rogues exclaimed
as they chatted up the attendant
"You're my kind of girl."
"We're headed to Tijuana!"
from the Big Ohio City on the Lake
Soon their conversations turned
to fishing, cards, and last hands
"You mean we have to switch planes?"
one suddenly discovered
"That lady at the counter was useless!"
the attendant discreetly not hearing
Oh Tijuana, are you ready
to accept your brothers in arms?
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