There was a plane crash,
No survivors.
I watched the story
On the television:
A uniformed man
Picked up a shoe
From the dusty ground
With a gloved hand
And tossed it into a plastic bag,
The shoe, a plain sandal,
Red and blue,
Displaced in the desert;
Part of a pair
Never to be reunited.
Now, just debris to be cleared away.

The utter chaos of the world
Is inconceivable.
The way things happen, and why,
Is often out of our hands.
Whenever it’s possible,
However brief the moment,
Find a way to love
And be loved;
That’s a certainty you can hold onto.

Life is a circle;
From the sky, we fall
From the ground, we fly.

Sleep well, Flight KGL9268


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