1/3/19 (a poem)
Kansas City International Airport
I’m just sitting here existing
while the people pass me by.
I’m just waiting for my plane so
I can pass out while I fly.
I’m just sitting here existing
watching people come and go.
My Uber brought me early
so I can people-watch the flow.
In an airport you’re just no one,
like you’re air upon a seat,
just a flicker of a whisper
which is generating heat.
I’m just sitting here existing
and the day’s about to break.
It’s too early now to be so loud,
too early now to speak.
I wish I had a way to write this down
with something more than words.
So this experience will evaporate
and fly up with us birds.
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