Life Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Bottled up in tight quarters;
you are held captive
to time, space, weather,
and mind numbing monotony.

Confined to the minutia
of a little world with only one's
imagination and creativity
to help ease the humdrum hours.

Each journey
a challenge to attitude
and patience; every day
a unique trip of its own.

How and when you arrive
depends on your durability and
your confidence in the captain;
nothing else is really in your control.

It matters little I suppose
whether on the ground
or in the air,
life is pretty much the same anywhere.