CHECKING BAGGAGE Musings #78
CHECKING BAGGAGE
A place between
good-bye and hello,
here and there –
today the airport is deserted.
Few fellow travelers
with whom it is safe
to share secrets,
and fewer behind counters,
who speak of baggage
carried or stowed away,
and of destination.
Instead of a smiling face,
a machine asks,
Do I need more time?
Time for what –
to get back
before that fatal heart attack,
say I’m sorry before death
changes everything?
Get a grip.
Angry at automation,
I press no –
no more time wanted
in this relative space
between too late
and forever.