Brookwrite

Flying in Circles

On a redeye flying east
Chasing the rising sun
I hope that at the very least
My day has finally come.
I'm not sure what I'll find there
I only know I will
And I hope what I find finds me too
As time for us stands still.

On a slow plane flying west
Racing the sun that sets
I hope that it is for the best
'cause that's all that I'm left.
I'm not sure what I lost there
I only know I did
I hope I can find something still
Wherever it's been hid.

On a small plane flying north
Climbing on top of the world
Some new wisdom will come forth
A new life to unfurl.
I'm not sure what it sounds like
I only know it does
I hope it says something I like
As much as what once was.

On a fast plane heading south
At long last I heard
Words that once came from my mouth
For someone else to learn.
I'm not sure why I did not hear
At least I hear me now
"You gave in too easy to fear
Go back and get her now."

Written in November 2008, on a plane over the Rockies. Surprising.