Pushing back from the gate,
The journey’s final flight,
One last joyous goodbye to Patrick,
Enhanced by reflections of Stephanie,
And newfound kinship
On distant river.
La valse d’Amélie on my headphones
Triggers a twinge,
Then a wave,
Then a flood of sadness.
Now
George Winston’s Walking on Air
Reinforces the mood.
Wheels up.
Bank to the west.
Weather the bumps.
Climb to 38,000 feet.
It’s time to go home.
Copyright © 2017 John P M Dillon
First draft in Moleskine notebook (thanks, Jessica and Aaron!) on 23 Oct 2017, on flight 1617 from Chicago to L.A.
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Thanks for the glimpses into your world…your feelings; your experiences, which you do so elegantly.
Love!