On Ghosted Wing

I came across this scribble in an old notebook and thought I'd share it.  I wrote this as I noticed my feelings towards meeting an old friend for the first time, someone with whom I'd become Certified as a Professional Co-Active Coach and only met on the telephone.  I was in the approach to San Francisco on a connecting flight out of Seattle:

On Ghosted Wing:

Mid air turbulance,

Opera in one ear,

Suzanne and William,

Flying through dark,

Gently descending.

Let others streak and amble,

ghost wing flickering

A man comes,

On ghost wing grinding,

To a place of trees and gulls,

And magic,

Salt and twig and feather,

Brazen stone and white Hart's play,

And mermaid's song,

There renewed.

On ghosted wing

Pale spirit comes.

Phil Durnford, Calgary, November 2005