Ani

At an airport, once again,

I saw
a loving caring mother
and a let-me-cry toddler;

a storytelling father
and a disinterested daughter;

a shop-for-me girlfriend
and a not-now-dear boyfriend;

a content grandpa, snoozing silently
and a curious grandson, bubbling quietly;

a posh-black-suit bored with his car mag
and a fancy-red-scarf happy with her glamour mag;

a no-luggage wanderer with hands in his pocket
and a perpetual re-packer with a newly bought jacket;

a jumper clad boy shaking phone to refresh browser
and a neatly dressed girl asking shyly for a charger;

a relaxed ceiling gazer who just stopped yawning
and a tired gate seeker now must start running;

a seasoned old pilot grinning and walking
and a youngling crew endlessly laughing.

At an airport, once again,
I saw many people with clutter and chatter;
a page in their story so eager to flutter.

A reflective thought will
now breathe pressurised air;
a day dream and a cloud
will make a perfect pair.

At an airport, once again,
I saw myself
gliding on a poem,
chewing on a pen,
watching around,
here again.

Wonder what lies
beyond their skies?
Wonder what lies
beyond their eyes?

Wonder what will happen
when my feet touch the ground?
Wonder what will happen
when I am quietly found?

At an airport, once again!

— Ani

Sunday 11th May, 2014
Written: Manchester T3 & on plane
Typed: London Heathrow T5 and home