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| Anita's iPhone image of the wingtip of BA983 with Venus shining in the background. |
Inspired by the great gift of a book of poetry by Roger McGough from our dear friends John and Eileen, I wrote a poem in my head whilst waiting in line to pass through 'customs control' at Berlin Airport. Strangely, whenever I approach the obviously bored person at the desk, I am overcome with a compulsion to start 'Morris Dancing' and 'declare' it to be a 'British Custom'.
'Here I stand Passport in hand' a short poem by George Roberts.
Standing in line awaiting Berlin Airport Security
It occurred to me
Synchronicity!
The three year old boy crying in front and the seventy five year old me lagging behind
Both hate to queue and would rather be at Berlin zoo.
Viewing Giant Pandas eating bamboo.
Shoots, then reloads and re-holsters passport!
Out of the corner of my good eye,
I noticed that both of us roll from side to side when we walk towards ‘Departures’
Perhaps we were both sailors in former seafaring lives?
Or maybe its because he’s learning and I’m forgetting where and how to go?
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