I write mainly poetry for the inner journey. I also have a feisty side-line of writing poetic commentaries on the war industry and politics & culture. "When power corrupts, poetry cleanses" (JFK, Oct 1963)
Who knows when the boat will sail and whether we’ll be on it or watching from the shore? The train will leave on time but will it stop at the station we are standing? And the plane, ah - the plane, after many checks and tests finally takes off - are we looking down or staring up at a disappearing line?
Be we spectator or participant the future solves itself as the mouse scurries and the bull charges.
But sometimes, just sometimes, a mountain bends down, scoops you up, places you lovingly on top...