THE ABBEY
A pounding head and twenty stolen winks
leave me dazed and abandoned
in a surrealistic, melancholy world.
Already late, I pass from the brilliant sunshine into the cool
darkness of the Abbey, as bald, aging cherubim sing “Gloria”.
I sink low into my seat, culture-shocked and travel-weary
as high, sweet sounds flutter to the peak of the arched ceiling
and hover like a thousand butterflies.
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SÃO PAULO
Life swirls here
Like blood coursing through a body...
hot,
rich
And when spilled
a garish
glorious
awe-filled mess.
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ON BOARDING A PLANE
Life happens while you wait.
Standing on an endless line –
the heavens pass
the stars flare, then disappear
dreams come and go.
And we,
numbed and blind
see only glimpses of these wonders –
only snippets of all that glory.
James P. Campbell, All Rights Reserved
A pounding head and twenty stolen winks
leave me dazed and abandoned
in a surrealistic, melancholy world.
Already late, I pass from the brilliant sunshine into the cool
darkness of the Abbey, as bald, aging cherubim sing “Gloria”.
I sink low into my seat, culture-shocked and travel-weary
as high, sweet sounds flutter to the peak of the arched ceiling
and hover like a thousand butterflies.
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SÃO PAULO
Life swirls here
Like blood coursing through a body...
hot,
rich
And when spilled
a garish
glorious
awe-filled mess.
+++
ON BOARDING A PLANE
Life happens while you wait.
Standing on an endless line –
the heavens pass
the stars flare, then disappear
dreams come and go.
And we,
numbed and blind
see only glimpses of these wonders –
only snippets of all that glory.
James P. Campbell, All Rights Reserved