I came across this witty and thought-provoking piece by friend and fellow-blogger, Simon C.J. Falk who blogs at Simon’s Still Stanza. I’m sure you’ll like reading it as much as I did.
Image source: Google via airportlink.com.au
At Airport Terminals
At airport terminals
All the good looking ones
Are taken
Or connected to
Their beloved through
A smartphone
Cradled in the collarbone hollow
As their arms
Balancing
Juggling
Move in a rhythm
Weighed with coffee cups
And hand luggage.
At the terminal
The naturally smiling attendant
Was refreshing as
In a no nonsense way
She handled the tasks
And assured the people
Spared the manufactured blonde
βHighlightsβ
Her generous brown waves
Framed a
Face of care
What a pleasure to share
In her love
For job and people.
May her husband know
The goodness
Of his beloved.
At a terminal
We find our synchronicity:
In the grotty traveller
Transiting
Between terminals,
In the loverβs
Texting digits
Dancing across the screen
In anticipation
Of the doting dance
When they are
Reunited
Full and bodily
And there.
Yes, there
Is
An affinity
Between travellers
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