Flying South

My sister’s “significant birthday”
was announced, to be celebrated
in her home city, fat to the south.
I am seventy two. She is close to
me in age. I know how old she is.

There would be an amazing lunch
in a marvellous cafe, family get
togethers that night, next day.
Rather expensive to fly there
and back, but worth it.

Except …. that …. to get there
I must fly in a smallish plane.

I am happy to fly in large planes
overseas to other countries.

Here on our cluster of little islands
plane rides bump up and down
in turbulence from our mountains
running along our two main islands.

urp …… urp …… urp …… urp

Flying South