On Airport Travel

On Airport Travel

A Chapter by Bekah B

It is a universal truth
That people hate the airport
It is the place that you go
To get to the place you actually want to be
A necessary evil en route to a destination
Where you stand in endless lines
One for tickets, one for customs
One to ensure you're not a mass murderer
And then you wait
Amongst the crush of other people waiting
And you drink overpriced coffee
With what was labelled a gourmet muffin
Then you shift in your uncomfortable chair
Trying to sleep
But the intercom is incessant
And you can feel strangers' eyes on you
All of this to secure a seat
On a metal box also filled with strangers
Who have screaming children
And domestic arguments and alcoholic tendencies
And you still haven't gotten
To the place you actually want to be.
But I love airports
They're misunderstood
Microcosmic studies of humanity
Because when people say it's the journey
And not the destination that they're in it for
The lie will expose itself
In the painted smile that covers their disgust
As they stand in the customs line
But for those like me who love the journey
We stand in line imagining all the places we'll go
The things that we can do
The opportunity afforded by the line itself.
That cold coffee and crumbly muffin
Aren't standing in your way
They're an experience unto themselves
And the strangers
Each have their own story
Stories and histories spanning the entire world
But each of these stories converges
Here, at this airport, at this time
And once you step onto that plane
That point of connection, that one moment
Is gone forever
And as wonderful as destinations are
Every time I pull a suitcase from a spinning carousel
And walk out into the sun
Under the sky of a new city
I feel a strange sense of loss
Now that the journey is done.


© 2012 Bekah B


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