Airports

Every single person
Holds a different story
Of where they come from
And where they are going.

Most are lost in a device
Prepping to return to their
Monotony or lost in a book
Dreaming of where they are
Off to.

As the parent of a young child,
My airport time is spent
Chasing around a Pablo
Trying to keep him off the floors
Playing with the Duty free toys
That are too expensive to buy.

Still we will go.
We will fly.
We will do.
We will be.