hazard

She waits in the maroon polyester seat.

Cluttered voices swarm her peaceful conscience. 

Observing voices she finds herself

wondering, 'What is their drive?"

Where are they going?

Down the row of seats, her hands rest on her knees.

Feeling she's not ready to engulf happiness.

Fearing happiness will devour her in return.

Nearby luggage belts begin to move.

Watch her closely.

Minutes pass her by as the first travelers 

step from their gate.

She feels her blood pressure rise,

mind combine thoughts and feelings.

The crowd walks from the gate

as she stands.

Alone. Polluted. Where

did you leave her?