Best of Both Worlds by Rosaleen Crowley Whether the sun shines or the wind blows You'll find me on an airplane going home Maybe you’ll find me on a boat or a bus Whatever the object of my transportation I'm on my way. Driven by love or fear of losing ties My vein is pumped and my heart is full, After soaking in the views and renewing senses My mind returns, and then it's time to reverse the sojourn Back again, my other home awaits. Two worlds exist and I experience parallel lives The hairdressers, the coffee shops, Friends and family equally shape me Except for sea and sand, my days are similar Mirror images of self and self, my world is my world. Rosaleen Crowley 's Irish heritage inspires her love of water, trees and open spaces. Her interest in poetry and drama influence her passion for painting.
Flying Island is the Online Literary Journal of the Indiana Writers Center, accepting submissions from Midwest residents and those with significant ties to the Midwest.