After (an original poem)
And after we survived the burned out engines
And the glide down
This is where I landed
On my own not-so private island
Many tourist fly by waving giving their love up from above
But on the ground I am alone
Alone as you were when you were born
And as we all will be in the moments before death
I learned enduring this isolation is large part of my journey
And the more I know the harder it becomes
But at least I'm still alive