Airports and planes.
No place a better exhibit of human emotion:
Joy arises out of greeting long-lost Love
As does Despair, leaving newly-found Love
Fear arrives out of leaving it all behind
and departs when thinking of everything that’s ahead
Greed lives in the chatter of businessmen making the next big deal
While Modest asks if you’d like a drink with that
Honorable and Prideful are welcomed home with standing applause
Disparaged and Distraught take off to hopefully heal
The sounds of Gleeful, Cheerful, and Merry turn festive the neutral walls
Just as Longing, Delayed, and Stranded make them a cold purgatory
Energetic skips past Sleepy curled up in a corner
While Enlightened rises from a tome two chairs down
And Wanderlust, one of the rarest and most sought emotions of all
Begins to be released—or succumbed to?—here
In flight,
Calm sits next to Anxious
While Bored and Caring attend to us
Behind, Curious gazes out with Admiration
And Faithful hopes something beyond can turn him into Tranquil
Nostalgia’s weight could ground many flights of homecomers
And Ecstasy’s fuel seemingly gets us there quicker
Behind all that, Lust has its release in sneaky fashion.
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I decided to get out of my writing comfort-zone for National Poetry Month (which was actually in April), and lately I’ve also been enjoying the “anti-poetry” of Robert M. Drake, Marisa Crane, and Joe Straynge on Instagram.
Photo is mine, taken while being stranded overnight in Denver International Airport in August 2014.
This post is awesome. As long as I can remember, airports have been one of my favorite places, because I look around and know that by the time I go to sleep that night, the people I see now could literally be on the opposite side of the planet from me. That’s pretty thought-provoking.
Thanks for the comment man! Never thought about it that way before, but now I am sure I will every time! 🙂