1. Headlights in the sky I
Headlights in the sky
What anxieties are here?
What is this apparition
Sneaking in the clouds
and darkening sky?
What could it be
We’re sipping our wine
and eating our fish
Al fresco in the evening
On the deck over lapping water
No aberrations please!
What on Earth (or off it) can it be?
The headlights, coming nearer
Flanked by other lights, well spread
And under another, flashing
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It’s a plane!

2. Headlights in the sky II
Headlights in the sky
What anxieties are there
As the seatbelt sign says fasten
And the crew are sitting, strapped
ready for landing
The most dangerous time of flying
Will the pilots get it right?
They’ve done it many times before
We have the best record -
Does that reduce our odds?
I’m not scared
No-one will see me in fear
The pilots know their stuff
They wouldn’t ever dare
with me on board,
To stuff up a simple landing
In weather fine and fair
Dear God
Guide the hands of the pilots
As they carry out this highly responsible task.
Bring us all safe to Earth
To the homes of our loved ones
Who are safe on the ground
Amen
Next time I’ll drive
Even though the figures show it is more dangerous
If my number is up, Its up
I’ll just sit here and read my book
Until its time to leave
Unbuckle my belt and clear the overhead locker
Before the crowd
So I get off the quickest and am gone
No waiting for me: I’m special
Headlights on the ground
The plane lands safely
Like every other time
. . . . So far
Here or There

3. Out of irrelevancy comes sneaking
The emptiness, the loss, the happiness not happening
What is relevance any way when
Tropic clouds crowd the mountains
Full clouds fly beneath the peaks
Sweltering sun and thrashing showers bathe the earth beneath
And the beauty, such beauty
Do I have a role here or is it only self-indulgence
That keeps me hanging here
When there is so much else elsewhere
Its work I need be doing
Not wasting time on this
A job to give me purpose
Its work I really miss
A little more time listening
Will give more clarity
For the best course of action
Grace requires of me
If its happiness I’m seeking
I can only find that within
And listen to the heart, not the head, for guidance when most it counts
The white-lined dark grey floor of winding tropic green chasms
Is a metaphor for life which seems to happen in spasms
There is so much uncertainty, such insecurity
When changes happen, no rhyme or reason
When there is so much of beauty in each season
What matters safe and secure? Its joy and levity
We need most and the excitement each day brings