Poem - The Red Pencil

(Also, Tustin Hangar is on fire)

Somewhere in the world

               there is a red, colored pencil.

It does not know

I am searching for it.

I do not know it wants to be found.

Yet, we are destined to meet.

I have flown miles and hours nearly to the Equator not knowing

It is buried in a drawer

               In a shop where I have never been

                            in a dusty town near the ocean and sand

in a country that I have not been before

In a drawer, the red pencil waits patiently for me to enter

and ask if they have a pencil that I could buy.

“No. We don’t sell pencils. Let me look though…”The old man digs through the drawer behind the counter.

“Will this do?”

The red pencil was there all along

               all I had to do was ask

and the divine shopkeeper gave it to me.

“No charge.”

Tustin Hangar Burns…

I woke up early this morning to the sounds of helicopters flying low and found out when I checked the news that the North Hangar in Tustin is on fire.

I wrote about these historical structures a few weeks ago…here’s a link to the newscast about the fires.

https://abc7.com/tustin-historic-north-hangar-fire/14021243/

I can still hear the helicopters in the distance, so the fire is not out. Based on the images I am seeing there will be only one hangar left after today.