Vietnam Pilotís Reunion
A gathering of Eagles
who long ago
flew in harmonious synch together
in carefully arranged formations
as they performed their noisy ballet over the trees.
Now grey or defoliated,
larger and weathered,
wrinkles and folds abound,
all sadly closer to the ground.
Come together in one place,
These remain -
Not gone to the Father -
still here to live each long day
among those blue, cloudy skies,
recalling those dances with white puffs of moisture
along the way to battle.
Memories good and bad
Now buried or twisted
Come rising back to the surface
as barely recognized faces,
All changed except for eyes or smiles,
awaken to recollections long since buried.
old friendships renew.
as thrilling recollections return to life
from places no one ever gets to see anymore.
on learning of early departures
or bad tidings befallen.
and is pushed back hard
avoiding ugly memories
buried way back when.
Can those feelings be shared?
bad luck, good luck,
quick thinking, poor judgment,
Bear them alone my friends.
You own them completely forever.
Heavy or light,
you carry them yourself Ė only to be shared with God.
Reunion yields a great gift.
A common destiny is shared
as we volunteer once again,
facing truth at long last
with no lies possible.
Eagles we were Ė
Eagles we remain -
standing tall within our lives,
raising those memories
Of doing the best that we could.
Poetry Round Table
San Francisco, CA