Flight to Safety

Flight to Safety

I do not know this woman, 
Or really all that much about her.
An elderly relative of a loved one of a friend.
I know a name, an age, a city.
Yet for fourteen days 
I have chanted these words:
Keep Nataliia safe.

Five days ago
A plan fell through
Grid-locked to Moldova
And back 
To her little apartment
In Odessa.
Keep Nataliia safe.

Three days ago,
She crossed into Romania,
Leaving behind the sunflowers.
More plans made, but
So much farther to go.
Keep Nataliia safe.

Three hours ago,
I watched
The little green plane 
On my screen,
Approaching
Toronto, Ontario.

Wheels down at YYZ:
Nataliia is safe.



 


Day 9 of the March SOLSC 2022

This post was created as part of Two Writing Teachers’ Slice of Life Challenge

You can view other writers’ contributions via the comments here.

Friday morning

Friday Morning

Blue mug of London Fog
Black cat purrs and
contemplates biting
CBC Radio on low

Notebook on desk
with stationary pen
Heart too full of the dark
This dawn.


This post was created as part of the Poetry Friday challenge, hosted each week by a different poet.  Today’s host, Jone Rush MacCulloch, used a couple of lines from one of my favourite Edgar Allan Poe works as inspiration.  Please enjoy her lovely poems on her blog and visit the other Poetry Friday participants via the thumbnails at the end of the post.