Perspective
at 35,000 feet.
Of life lived,
living and unlived,
opportunities and ideas
that play hide and seek
like mountains dancing
between the clouds
of friendships
and love.
Of lives played out
in hours, days and years,
related and consumed in gulps.
And the hours, days and years
go on
until they stop.
And the gulps are no more
until memories, like souls,
rise above the clouds.
