“Life is short, and Art long; the crisis fleeting; experience perilous, and decision difficult.”
“In the fog you are sheltered against the outside world, face to face with your inner self. Nebulat ergo cogito.” (fog therefore I think)
– Umberto Eco
Then, there’s people landing planes at all hours.
There’s dogs chasing birds
on runways. And one way those people in those towers
can plan to, and see to, land planes is
the guts to go with the gauges.
They heartfelt dealt with data,
Trusted all they’d seen
on their far foreign &; only man-made monitor screen.
As dogs flushed their fog,
hands hover over lights
and cover their old bets,
their usual action.
Longtime poet, when I try & dare some. Retired from my money-making job (& don't really know how to do it). In the material world I live in Southwest Florida. It's a cultural wasteland but my Mom & sister are here to look after. I probably drink too much & overthink too much but I'll get through it.