Getting Along to Branson
By Garland Davis
He is getting closer to older
there he is though
this Sunday evening
making his way.
Freeze in his stride
cane in hand
pain is his back
causes him to walk hunched over.
Past the Burger King.
On past Gates 8 & 9.
Pause at the drinks kiosk for a moment.
Shakes head and moves on.
This way each May for five years.
Other airlines, other destinations.
He single-mindedly moves on
to the same gate and the same flight.
To the Windy City far to the East.
Then South to a more hospitable clime.
Hoping his bags are coming along.
Sometimes they don’t.
His action speaks
my independence I’ll keep.
I won’t lay down and die.
I’ll see my shipmates in Branson.
At least one more time.