Poem of the Month

November 2011

TRANSIENT PEOPLE

Running for planes
But where are they going
Millions of miles
Both toing and froing
Off on their journey
Destinations unknown
Or maybe returning
To places called home
Displays flashing numbers
Of gates to depart
It’s just the beginning
Of moments we part
Transient people
The ones with no name
Engage in a life
 That no one explains
Lighting the skyways
And parting the clouds
That shout their importance
Oh ever so loud
While I sit and wonder
Just what’s it about
Those transient people
That’s running to nowt
With no time to linger
As they roam the skies
Their bodies they falter
As time zone pass by
I’m lost for a moment
Till I hear my call
For a transient person
That’s me after all

Love and Light

Phil T