at a stressed airport,
people passing time.
wondering if tonight,
some of them might
redeem themselves
cheaply, for a dime.

at a stressed airport,
time holds the mind.
clouds over thoughts,
like a mountain sunrise.
when will we wake,
and suddenly find,
that midnight had passed,
and we lost our sight?

at a stressed airport,
numbness rules supreme.
who can tell heartbeats
of those who hope,
love, yearn or hate?
all regret their choice,
of watery coffees
and homogenized cream.

at a numb airport,
drifting thoughts
of what's gone,
certainly.
of what could be,
perhaps, happily?
avoiding now
without a raised brow.

at a numb airport,
comfortably void,
filling this emptiness.
and trying to avoid,
inevitable solitude.