So today I am taking a risk. I am putting a poem out into the world that I don’t think I am done with. Or, rather, I don’t think this poem is done with me.
While I was writing, I sensed this poem taking a turn into deeper and sometimes darker places. My thoughts turned to my own memories of airport hellos and goodbyes. I want to write about them but I am not sure those thoughts are quite yet ready. Or…perhaps I am not ready for them.
Either way, here is my start. Enjoy.
I remember how traveling by airplane used to be:
How you always got dressed up, and
How you would get peanuts and a smile from a stewardess, and
How there were stewardesses, and
How there was a smoking section, and
How the pilots let you visit the cockpit.
But what I miss
Is the human theater of travel:
The terminal goodbyes,
The desperate clingings-to
From lovers who may see each other
Or maybe next Thursday.
And the reuniters,
The standers with signs
Or flutters of excitement
Or bad news and a hug.
These exchanges are now gated,
The drop-off lane,
The Kiss ‘n Fly.