Shadow on the Ground

Silent image, hugging contours
with a lonely last embrace.
On a journey, many hours,
meeting landscapes, face to face.

Hard to follow through a window,
harder still to let it go.
Reaching down, a final shadow
on familiar ground below.

Any plane might cast a shadow,
little noticed on the ground.
One-way ticket out of Glasgow
tends to make one look around.

Many others have left Scotland,
gone before in years long past.
Making thoughts of leaving Scotland,
last and last and last and last.