Just back from a long-short trip… travel of just a day, yet so far, and so much hustle and bustle, but there is that peaceful time looking out the window of an early morning flight as we drop into the city morning rush hour. Lost in my own thoughts, then realizing a whole world out there in motion. I see the world through rain clouds as people rush to work, or to school…
Dropping in on Morning Rush Hour
Like a bird of prey we descend careful and slow
Sun high above, clouds here and down below
Lights barely seen through the haze
Houses and cars in suburban maze
Lights with halo mix with wet reflection
Our arrival causing no notice, no reaction
Flying into their world of morning hustle and run
Descending quietly, leaving the forgotten sun
Into the hazy, rainy, busy bustling day
Let me stay peaceful, above this fray
Mike