by joetwo

Airport arrivals

Deary, depressing places

Built for transit, eminently practical

No airs or graces

Just there to serve a purpose

But yet for those moments of arrival

Of greeting

A site of something magical

Of a child returning home

Of lovers reunited

Long lost friends making new adventures

The whole world moves through here

All open, all raw, all there

The human story laid bare

In seats of the arrivals lounge