Friday, June 20, 2014

Travel Poems, again

Apparently, I like to write travel poems.

You can see the first installment on Transprovincialism here and the second here.

This one, I wrote while I waited in the International Arrivals Hall at the Philadelphia Airport for Michael to return from Romania.


My life is fewer airports than it used to be,
I am more grounded, you could say.
But today, standing here waiting for you,
I feel oddly at home--
Desperate for you embrace,
Yet gently comforted by the familiarity
Of wide cold halls and the clatter of luggage wheels on faux marble floors.