unseen landmarks and draped blue skies.
Tired of staring into the smothering gray.
Tired of straining to see what lies beyond
a cloak that confuses night with day.
She let her heavy lids end the seeking.
She filled her lungs: slow, steady, and deep.
Exhaling tangled tension and rooted stress.
A few more times releasing a masked breathe –
she felt her mind ease and her body rest.
Through invisible cracks and open vents,
clouds-turned-fairy-chariots found a way in.
Heaven sent and hope-kissed crystal droplets
swirled around her relaxed and resting frame,
wrapping her in protection; sleep finally came.
A male voice entered her sweet dreams…
Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking.
We are about to begin our descent
toward Denver International Airport.
The current weather in Denver is 65 degrees F.,
with winds at 6 mph from the west.
We will be landing on runway 17 left.
We know you have a choice in your travel,
so on behalf of me and the entire crew,
we thank you for choosing American Airlines.
Flight attendants, prepare for landing.
A voice so calming, she may still be dreaming.
The landing jumped, bumped, and tossed a bit,
waking her and disturbing her angelic blanket,
sending it in fragments toward the nearest exit.
She watched the sparkling droplets scurry away,
convinced one turned back, winked, then waved.
The first leg of her magical journey now complete.
Traveling upward then inward. Finding her beat.
New places to explore, both in and around her.
Surrendered expectations of what might transpire
in her vast mind, on the page, or in the tall pines.
Delighted she was, to have finally arrived.
In a rental car, she and her laptop did ascend,
85 miles into the Rocky Mountain wilderness.
iPhone connected, tunes lifted, crisp air ingested,
pushed by a rising moon and toward a setting sun,
knowing her Writing reTreat had just begun.
I am ready to travel. Is that obvious? 😂 I know I am not alone in this. Fortunately, Sammi Lee and I have a trip planned soon. I am excited to catch up with Miss Artist. 🎨 My “Writer’s reTreat” poem is a dream, but I did find a writers retreat in the Rocky Mountains later this year that I am looking into, so perhaps this scene will be a premonition poem, not just fantasy.
In other writerly news… Just before the pandemic interrupted our lives, I was assisting Sandra Marinella, author of The Story You Need to Tell, with in-person writing classes at the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix. The Mayo classes were put on pause last spring due to Covid concerns. We have remained busy with online workshops through other venues, but have missed the special connections made through Mayo, where Sandra has built an impactful program. I am delighted to share that the Mayo Clinic has added writing workshops back to their integrative health offerings, now offered online. These classes offer a safe writing space and community for people who may be dealing with serious health challenges. It is an honor to work with Sandra and other writers, through Mayo and other forums. 💻
A heartfelt thank you to Ingrid at Experiments in Fiction for writing online reviews for my poetry collections. She is both brilliant and kind. ✨Thank you for visiting and listening. Be well. 💗 Michele
Photo 1: Goldwater Lake, Prescott, AZ, my image Photo 2: me 🤠
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