This one was written as we were leaving New Zealand to cross the Pacific Ocean, as well as the International Date Line, but perhaps could have been written anywhere.
Clean lines polka dot shorts,
Steel air fins brand festooned,
Transient beach wear, focused suits,
Flip flops and boots,
Triumphant hostess striding through,
Fashion fails in the queue,
A melting pot a human zoo,
The rich and the desperate
Making patterns in the sky.
Even the weak can fly.
We can all be stars,
Killing time changing zones,
Status posts on new smart phones,
We fill the shops and fill the bars,
Waiting for calls and checking screens,
Meeting deadlines, following dreams,
The miracle of our human schemes
Lift off from the sealed gravel
To worlds we need to travel…