Three

A seven forty seven
A thousand miles from its destination
On the ground
No manifiest to be found
No engine sound.
If I could take my life
and put it in this suitcase
Where would i go?
To forget all that i am
And find myself again
To far off places
Where people who had names
No longer remember them
Or care,
I would be there.

In cities with cultures rich in history
And bursting with colour
Or silent in mornings
With cobbled streets.
And rooftops made of clay.
Or on fields of rapeseed
From here to the horizon
And seas of lavender blooms
Before the mill towers
Where the poppy petals lay.

Set adrift in deserts
Befret of time and place
Where all is sand and dry
In an oasis of azure sky
And shifting dunes within the multitude.
Amoungst the great profound unknown
Searching for home
My life wtihin my hands.
If I could take my life...
And start again