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Sitting at SFO

Waiting for a dear friend 
to land.
Watching the minutes creep
slowly by.
Amused by the constant flow
of strangers,
yet, not so strange.
Each carries something of mine,
a walk, a shirt, a pin, a watch,
a rundown shoe, a beard,
a lazy eye, a slouch,
a limp, a tear, a hesitant glance,
a disappointed glare.

The hours pass and 
all are repeated
over again,
and the same waitress
sold me coffee
three times over,
in three hours,
as if each was the first time.

I watched the tables being straightened
by the same somber lady,
every half hour,
working around me
as if I wasn't there,
and I was struck
by how we each perform our role,
me waiting, 
she selling,
she straightening
the one that I wait for, coming,
and how all our moves are
in a thousand terminals,
and connected each to each,
in a gigantic dance,
reverberating all around
the world,
person to person,
person to animal,
and to insect,
and to countless beings,
seen and unseen,
a connected organism,
sometimes at war with itself,
but, more often, just
and growing, 
and changing,
and it breathes the air,
and clings to the earth,
and swims in the sea, 
maybe is the sea,
and the earth,
and my passionate love,
seems very small,

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  1. Date: 10/21/2014 11:16:00 PM
    So great. Thank you