Not-So-Secret Mission

They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself. - Thoreau

back to base

in cleared air space

returning from temporary leave

nearly impossible to conceive

the tall pines still stood at attention

everything else slouching under the drunken weight of a duffle bag of new blossoms

seeking neither medals nor promotion from a grateful nation

as yet another spring blew its whistle and called formation

locked and loaded

anticipated but surreptitiously coded

still saluting new beginnings

boarding the train at a crowded but secret station

in the brave, swollen, missioned ranks of creation

Author's Note

"Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature -if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you - know that the morning and spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse." - Thoreau

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Interesting to see creation couched in military terms. Having once slouched under a duffel bag myself, I could identify. Of course, mine wasn't full of new blossoms.

[Pete]

thanks j. i myself did 4 in the corps just to get out of a sleepy town and feel like a man after high school. i highly doubt i could ever kill anyone no matter. war is stupid and for the brainless ... :)