reflections while traveling
you go to the airport
you walk through the terminal
you look at the shops and the restaurants
you find a place to sit and watch the flow of people
on the canvas of this moving moment being carried
along walkways or coming out of jetways,
saddled with backpacks and towing
rolling luggage, coming from
somewhere and going
somewhere
there are so many different lives being lived,
so many different stories, some of excitement,
some of relief, some of boredom, some of ennui
and discontent and lethargy, some of joy and peace
and gratitude, you wonder to yourself as you watch
this parade of humanity, what determines
the stories we tell ourselves
so many different perspectives
on whether they are successful or
unsuccessful, happy or unhappy,
wanted or unwanted
As if, throughout all of history,
there had always been airports
As if, throughout all of history,
people had always traveled magical passages,
boarded sleek metal machines,
then flown through the sky
