And They Pass Through

The multitudes pass through

The great airports of the world

All kinds to the curious eye...

Buff and

Morbidly fat and

Morbidly skinny and

Average build... but

"But what is that?!"

Ugly

Plain

Natty

Disheveled

Drop dead gorgeous

Drop dead likely... at any moment

Fast

Slow

Nervous

Calm

Happy

Mad

Guilty

Innocent

Self-possessed

Guileless

Withdrawn

Ready to fight

Ready to flee

Their bags roll obediently behind and

They pause frequently to shift their load and

They pause frequently to ponder...

"Where are the bathrooms?

What time is it?

What time do I board?

Am I early?

Am I late?

What gate"?

"Do I have time to eat?

Am I hungry?

Will I get hungry on the plane?

If I don't eat now?

Do I look as tired as the rest of these people"?

"Will I make my connection?

Will my bag make the connection?

Should I grab a bottle of water?

Do I have enough to read?

How long has my fly been open"?

I will join the multitudes

Asking the same questions...

Again...

As I pass through.

But then... We snap out of it!!!!