How Flying Feels
This is how an airport feels -
Crowded, hot and teeming.
Lines that wrap around and ‘round;
Babes and toddlers screaming.
Masks on every face except
So many noses showing
And no one to remind them of what
They should all be knowing.
Screeners who take pleasure in
Enthusiastic groping.
Stressed out families schlepping
So much stuff they’re barely coping.
Loud announcements reinforce
The social distance ruling;
Gazing at the hordes you wonder
If they might be fooling.
Get on board and find a seat
And finally, you’re flying.
If you can, you calm yourself;
Believe me - I am trying.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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