We are like Freedom Riders
on the bus to D.C.;
We are strangers on a Death
Train to the Camps or the Kindertransport leaving home.
We are shipmates on the Mayflower, the Titanic, or Lusitania;
Flight crew near the
Bermuda Triangle or aiming at the Moon.
Our directions are not under our control; our final bearings have been given to the Winds of Change, and our destinations are unknown.
We travel together
around the Sun, chased by Comets, Constellations, and the Moon;
Some may enjoy the trip in first class, some go as ballast, and some as
crew,
but we all have no exit.
Ronda R.
Scott-Marak
© 11 November 2023
