today i travel by plane across the country
whether by plane
whether by train
whether by ship
i enjoy the sense
of adventure
this morning i’m at O’Hare
on my way to Detroit
as i stand at my gate
gazing at my surroundings
i spot an interesting
and remarkable sight
there is a young man
seated at a table
at a coffee shop
facing the concourse
typing away
on a beautiful sky light blue
typewriter…
of course, i must stop by
and say “hello”
“you know you are going to attract
a pack of tourists, banging away
on that thing like that”, i say
he smiles a broad smile,
“i hope so”, he jovially exclaims
“well write on,
you writing warrior write on”
i continue
he tells me that he is writing letters
while he awaits his flight
we talk about writing, poetry and prose
we shake hands as I depart
for it is time for me to board
as move towards the gate door
i feel tap on my shoulder
it’s the young man standing there
smiling, holding a folded paper
in his hand and saying,
Here’s a poem for the road
and I read every line as I walked
to my seat and as i sat
i read it some more
and I was pleased at the moment
of sharing