A Terminal Condition
Eyes lose their way
in the neon and the numbers.
Departing, arriving,
mid-flight fright,
rushing between
one panic station to the next.
In-transit tremors of doubt.
Flight departure gate changes,
Delayed – no, confirmed - leaving now!
Sometimes he just wants a name tag,
a label like for a child -
to be led safely through
the turmoil of his own
insecure nervous system.
For a moment he slumps
among strangers,
double checks boarding passes
with other flustered passengers.
He steadies his racing mind,
tries to imagine
calmly passing through
baggage-collect with no hitches,
his suit is not crumpled,
he arrives breathing normally,
a calm well-seasoned traveler
who walks confidently
out of his own
discombobulated chaos.
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