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.