Flight

A Poem

By Jane Lamb


We’re leaving tonight
A simple decision in the end,
agonised over for months,
the listing of the reasons,
the push and the pull,
beyond logic.
Now the bags piled in the doorway,
like a threat and an accusation.
My mother’s tears so wrenching
I wish I’d slipped out in secret,
But this is like death to her
and I needed this last goodbye.
There will be pain
whether we stay or go.
What will be lost and gained
by this act of submission?
To leave is a gamble and a defeat,
but it’s where hope
glimmers.