June 26th - Flight

I knew a man in college who grew up in the inner city of
Chicago & what he was doing in Iowa I never did figure out.
But whenever he would see a jet trailing across the sky,
he would stop everything he was doing & he would watch.
Once, after a jet was gone & there was nothing left but the
white line disappearing like a scar into the blue, he turned
to me & said, An airplane is a miracle & I didn't give it
much thought, but now & then, when I am ready to give up
hope for human beings in general, & for one or two of them
who are bugging me specifically, I will look to the sky &
there will be one of those miracles & I will remember
it's all about concentrating on the right thing. {Story People}

06.26.09














Many thanks to SR for a magical musical night under the stars!