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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
‘Highlights’
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 lover’s
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
A share
In a passport
Of passage
Only they can know.
Simon C.J. Falk 4 April 2018
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As usual, so much said in such few, poignant words.
Thanks, Damyanti. The lady attendant was so genuine with me and others. I couldn’t resist remembering the kind way she served people.
Loved this vivid expression which created the imagery of the going-ons at an airport terminal.
Thanks so much, Shilpa. I enjoyed my time, albeit through three terminals in one morning! Seems to fit the travel theme you have in AtoZ, which has been so interesting.
Again, how do you think of these topics? This one has some very true revelations on human behaviour. May I reblog this?
You may, thanks. I was in three airport terminals around the time of writing this poem.
Nevertheless, with all the noise and confusion around at such times, I wonder how you thought of this. Reblogging it now 🙂
Reblogged this on The Pradita Chronicles and commented:
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.
Somehow I was just very aware and present that day. The experiences at the terminals spoke to me. Thus, poem emerged.
I am glad it emerged because it has some very astute observations. Loved reading and sharing it 😊
As I reread it, I was back there again!
😊👍