Airports

Airports

We shuffle round Departures
past Security but even less sure
of ourselves, patting pockets,
feeling bags for tickets, passports,
bored, checking the electronic board
for gate numbers, 'Boarding';
the names of places gleam:
the familiar, the wild unknown.
Planes glide in, touch down,
while others roar off into clouds,
but here is another plane of mere
existence, the empty stares
of people who'd rather be elsewhere
and stores without poems, or poets.

-Paul Archer
http://www.paularcher.net/index.html

Campanella

I found this song just now! I...
"To see the fish in the Milky way,"