Airports are great places for people watching. Yesterday while waiting for my flight to Boston to board, I considered the other people in the waiting area – couples with young children, older couples, couples taking selfies, single travelers, businessmen. What are their stories, I wondered? Since it’s April and I said I would try writing a poem for my Tuesday slices, I jotted down some thoughts in the form of a question poem. It doesn’t rhyme, but I did try to pay some attention to rhythm.
Where are you going?
Where have you gone?
Will your travels be happy?
Will your trip leave you glum?
Have you left someone at home who will miss you immensely?
Are your loved ones all with you ‘cause you can’t bear to part?
Will you travel in comfort with a seat in first class?
Will your flight be an hour or last through the day?
What will you wonder as you roam through the sky?
What will you discover as you go and return?
Where are you going?
Where have you gone?
Love where you’re going, but love coming home.

