when you're at the airport
you may see those flat escalators,
the ones that move,
they're just sitting in the middle
of the airport,
waiting to be stood on,
waiting to move you?
you know those?
You walk on,
you may stand or
you might walk.
You could run.
I run.
I run down the path,
watching the luggage trail
their people along,
zipping by.
I see bright signs,
rushing across my
brain in streaks of
blue,
red,
green.
And all too soon,
the path ends and
I'm ****** back onto solid
ground,
back to reality,
back to
simply
walking.