Airports Are Anthologies

On any given day, at any given moment, airports are anthologies.  Each boarding pass, each security scan, and each Auntie Anne’s pretzel have tales to tell.  Long, straight corridors riddled with numbers and letters house suitcases full of stories.  Luggage with baggage.

Countries, continents, cities, and states in transition.  Each with a where and a when.  Some beginning journeys and others carrying souvenirs and empty wallets.  Some have one-time agendas and some are trapped in inescapable ruts.  Everyone is different, and everyone has something to teach.  Take a moment to look, to listen, to learn.

We are all traveling salesmen, sitting in silence, but we will sell you our stories.  Pay us in seconds, in minutes, in hours.  Give us an outlet and pay us with your memories.

Pay us in poems.

Let us exchange feats of greatness, of failures, and of perseverance.  Let us explore each other’s passports and recite each other’s verses.

Or let us sit in silence, speculating suitcases around us.  Let us listen to conversations and observe interactions.  Let our imaginations run wild with each other’s reasons for flight.

Airports are anthologies.  Open your eyes, open your ears, and open the book sitting next to you.  Wake up from your nap and wander around a bit.  You never know what you might find.