Wednesday, February 4th, 2026: Arts, Literature.
Waiting in the airport
Outside security
Just waiting
So sad
Lights, colors, shapes
Stillness in front, movement behind
Parallel lines vanishing in perspective
Waiting
So many years
So many airports
Alone
Waiting alone
Thinking of nothing
Thinking of you
Thinking of them
Waiting in airports
Waiting in between
Waiting
Time goes by
Time
So sad
Waiting in the airport
Hours of my life, draining away
Gone forever, why?
Buried in this passageway
False suns overhead
While somewhere
Outside
Sun striding on heaven, oblivious
Strangers hurry, strangers stop
Wheels turning, inside wheels
Air rushing, rushing out
Loud voices from machines
Soft murmurs from strangers
Life’s broken music
Caught in transit
While I wait, buried here
Life’s hours drain away
Lost now, lost forever
Every hour, getting older
I walked through glass
And steel
In buildings so vast
We could not feel
Walls or ceiling
Only a diffuse light falling
Everywhere and nowhere
Crowds milling in noisy bright caverns
Moving stairways, sudden turns
Moving, moving, no place to rest
They used to call them arcades
Glancing past, the walls
Like big screen movies of a living world
Impossible outside
The sun, mountains, towers, wires
Great works these
Ordered by a distant voice
Erected by legions
From trains converging across the desert
Marshaling the gray-haired merchant
The housekeeper in her burka
Boy rapper, skateboard in arm
Workers of the nation
Breeders of the future
I walked with them
Through tunnels of glass and steel
So vast inside they seemed a world
Built only to convey
To channel passage
Forever, endless
As outside, the fires burned
Trees died
Winds blew, ashes spread
Night fell, long rains
Floods rising, snow falling, silence
We walked, we glimpsed it like a movie
Through the distant glass and steel
Night or day, we could not stop
Our lives a journey
Like rats in a maze