Recently I took a trip to the California shore.
On the way back home, I found an open door.
We landed in Chicago to eat dinner and confer.
At the gate entrance we waited for our transfer.
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I always get the guy with the body odor and the woman with the crying kid...Hey, just as long as they don't start praying and getting out of their seats...I'm okay with it. Nice write..
Your poem reminded me of something I read not too long ago. This is a quotation form Robert Frost and his essay, 'The Figure A Poem Makes'. A poem's 'most precariously quality will remain its having run itself and carried away the poet with it. Read it a hundred times it will forever keep its freshness as a petal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.' You certainly take what some might consider ordinary events and show us their precious meaning. Your poem is worth a hundred readings.
A good poem Theresa and like Tara said needed to be said. Strangers can be like ships that pass in the night. The beauty of these brief encounters are that you both fill each others need without asking. Thank you for reminding me of lots of similar meetings Poemhunter is a bit like this. Bob
This is a flowing, sage, thoughtful and thought-provoking piece. It raises reminders.... I can relate to this. The mark of a good poem, when the reader can relate? t x
Well written poem. It's amazing how chance encounters can have such an affect on us.