A Few Miles above Tintern Abbey

A Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
by Paul J. Willis

I’m fairly certain that I saw
     the abbey from the air—
or, at least, the River Wye
     still gently winding there.

The evening gloom was settling in
     with clouds in drifts and drecks,
as on my way from London town
     I flew to LAX.

This spot I won’t remember long
     at Everest’s height or more;
there’s no dark sycamore to mark
     where I sat on the shore.

But still, when on my couch I lie
     and watch the NFL,
I’ll think of what I saw tonight—
     and then forget. Oh, well!

—from Losing Streak