Airport: A Prose Poem
2nd Friday Prompt: travel tales
The need for space cloaks around me
My silence lengthening with every breath
Claustrophobia rings in my ears
Trapped again in yet another airport
Aren’t the airports bored of seeing me yet?
How many hours have I spent pacing them
Every corner of every country every hub major city
Restless clock gazing people watching window shopping
The words within me all dried up and boycotting me
Hungry, until I get to line of sight of food, and then hunger disappearing suddenly
Just as suddenly as it appeared, causing me to uproot my devices in search of food I didn’t know I didn’t want
Early mornings late nights mid-days, they are all the same here
Time hangs on like a leech, sucking my blood dry
Kids screaming, because kids can scream, wish I could too
Everything reeking of same-old same-old
I’ve walked the length and breadth of the terminal and there’s no more to walk
Flights delayed, connections too long, and the very amusing “we don’t have a pilot for your…
