flying above the battleground

You hardly ever feel tension

at 30,000 feet.

Cream puff clouds hover above

meadows and mountains,

ribbons of rivers, ponds like puddles

and the sky is always blue –

            the important thing is to


            when we touch ground.


            Gail (June’09) says, “Wish I could remember the sky is al-ways blue, the metaphor, of course, for ‘Everything is All Right’ in God’s World. I’m recovering from hip surgery on June 9, recovering very nicely, thank God. Remembering this poem is another good guidepost on my daily path.”


* a poem from the July 2009 edition of Ninepatch *

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