night landing

landing in a sleepy field
like Saint-Exupery
goggles pushed up
off glassy eyes
the parents, the baby
all straining
to see our faces
in the landing lights
of the carpeted entryway

we wrap our robes
about us
accept hugs kisses
and explanations
as they are
we pour coffee
and sandwiches
and catch up
as the engine creaks
and tires settle
in the driveway

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to night landing

  1. danae mcC says:

    Another winsome piece, wonderful first stanza describing the travelworn and welcoming offspring.

    It’s a 3-hour drive to any respectably-sized city from here, so I sometimes think there’s an element of the Iditarod to our travels in winter. The idea of bi-plane travel in your poem is so much more delightful. (Poured sandwiches are novel, too!)


  2. riverwriter says:

    Thanks, Danae. I was thinking cornucopia with “pour”, which becomes metaphorical as food and conversation join the parallels that lead to the background return to reality (an earth landing) in the last three lines. Sometimes far-fetched juxtapositions actually work.

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