life is a compromise anyway

outside the window, over the familiar. runway and its parallel rows of green. rush by, the plane trundles to a stop. soon, passengers rise to retrieve. their belongings while i remain in my seat. indifferently still. afloat on a private river. of images, i recall the ancient beauty of. spanish towns in the countryside, the innocent. bonhomie of native folk. as if, by this. momentray respite, the seconds would crawl. for me. maybe, even stop. the rest. are lining up to alight. let me sit here. for a minute. a moment away. from the present. a moment away. from myself.