At Airport Terminals

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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

‘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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Accent

Accent
Crackling PA system

Cackling passengers

And engine

noise fill

The cabin 

And our ears.

An accented voice

Friendly and helpful

Tries to send

Its message to passengers.

I cannot decipher 

The message from the din

Of what resounds

On my ears within.

Now I grasp –  

But barely – 

How those who migrate

Have to cope

In understanding 

The message

In the cacophony of noise.

Simon C.J. Falk 4 May 2016

Transit

A poem on the go while traveling.
Transit
Swollen feet bear

Smelly bodies along

Terminals

Where, termite like hordes

Of people

Swarm.

Take us from arrival gate,

To the next adventure we await,

Take us to the welcome shower,

And liquid refreshment of effervescent power,

As we settle, we have simple need,

Some company, atmosphere 

And a place to feed.
Simon C.J. Falk 27 April 2016