In Full Flight with Kit
[NZ-Swiss composer]*
We’re in a small plane over
the White Cliffs of Dover,
Kit and I. Can we land
in Hyde Park and
walk to the Albert Hall
where a huge choir all
in white robes will
sing his new anthem
for his eightieth?
(Yet that’s next year,
like mine, choir or no choir.)
I sent him clever words
which he has now set,
but no way will we get
permission to land.
Hyde Park - unplanned!
Ah well, it was grand
to have our reunion
after all these years,
even if only mid-air.
I seem to be fading away.
Kit’s already said goodbye
and made safe exit
by silken parachute
back amongst the Swiss.
I do quietly note
how I've abandoned
without shame on my part
to whatever surreal fate
all the choral grandness
and the grand organist
Kit was to conduct, all
suspended from their
intended full spate
at the Albert Hall…
If I just close my eyes
I should soon be back in bed.
The cliffs evaporate
that looked so white
and small, safe and neat.
*Kit and I met in the NZ army, lost touch with
each other till recently…
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