Just like that
We were airborne.
Climbing thousands
Of feet in elevation.
A rough take off,
Just like our talking.
Stephen Hawking said
It doesn’t have to be that way.
It takes a man sitting immobile
For years on his wheelchair
To tell us not to bitch and moan
About every perceived slight.
Talking and listening leads us
Out of this self-made hell.
Don’t pick a side.
Don’t pick a fight.
Pick a time to heal.
Writing in Sand 