I think the facination we still have with Amelia Earhart is interesting. I guess I am not the only one who likes a good mystery. I wrote the two poems below after seeing the movie about her that came out last year. As I was walking into the theatre, the usher said "You know how it ends don't you?" I said yes, but we don't truly know how it ended. The possibility that someone will find the answer keeps us interested in the story more than 70 years later.
The Island in the Ocean
The challenge was a passenger on the entire flight.
The key to completing the circle
was finding the island in the ocean.
When the time came,
the pilot called out.
The island barely heard,
yet tried to respond.
They must have come so close.
Still, the connection could not be made.
The flight did not end on a runway,
but in a mystery that would intrigue generations.
We all have oceans to cross.
The vastness of our problems.
The depth of our disappointments.
The sameness of our routines.
The span to reach our goals.
The turbulence of life.
How can we face these journeys?
Follow our compasses.
Navigate as best we can,
and see where we land.