August 22, 2012

Six AM

At the airport
hearing take-offs, 
watching landings,
I see tired travelers arriving, 
emerging finally
from the worn out tunnel,
looking at last 
into the nameless faces
streaming toward them,
standing alone
as if in a dream.
Is this really 
their last stop,
forgotten tickets unseen
in their pockets,
memory of all 
other trips
wiped clean?