TRAVELER’S POEM: From Airport to Destination
In 2007, I seemed to take a number of plane flights back to back. Flying Toronto - Munich, in November, I put pen to paper, and wrote this poem. It’s always interesting to have a little notebook in bag when traveling, all kinds of interesting reflections to record…
Where nothing’s planned
Having to be me
Unabridged reality
Airport, a transitional space
No sense of place
Stress of the day
A chance to melt away
Urgency of the hour
Losing its power
Time to breathe, watch and be
Consider humanity
En famille, coupled, or alone,
There’s those who moan
Eye contact or not
Some carry a lot
Travelers’ stories to share
An option to care
Personalities in extreme
Babies scream
Personalities subdued
Not everyone’s rude
Transported with strangers
Not thinking of dangers
Sunrise before landing
Cloudscape outstanding
New day dawning
Not sleep, but not yawning
Excitement for what can be
Wide open opportunity
Free of the confines of home
The world to roam
Not knowing what might be next
Excited versus perplexed
Seizing the hour
Embracing the power
The ability to see
Nothing has to be
A new chance, a fresh start
Peace of heart
Travel conjures spirit and hope
Tests abilities to cope
Ready to dance
Ready to prance
Wandering works well for me
No issues of identity
Wandering is what I want to do
Makes me feel like new.
