Return Ticket (rwp prompt #23 "oil and vinegar")
Along a path driven only by soldiers and messengers
In a blur of expectation, whistling, boiling
There are stones in all of our shoes
Climbing each step with building certainty
We all sat down to empty them and prepare
My eyes growing out of my head and pulling
When out of the sky flew a lightening bird
Like an eager dog on a sort leash
It sang through the air in an evil hiss
Scouring for faces, familiar eyes and noses
It wrapped its eager talons around our arms
Built into one long overgrown memory, smiling
It burned our eyes and everywhere, all around
Make one giant long-legged leap into their arms
There were images of those we missed the most
And breathing deep the scent of care and calm.
There was damage of untold proportions
Surely there’s no greater day than this
Every chest I’ll cling to and every cheek I’ll kiss.
Our eyes flickering like birthday candles.