Distraught mothers waving sons
goodbye
Harassed men pushing carts loaded
with many bags
Sweet-looking, brusque, beautiful
hostesses
New mothers holding wonder-eyed babies
The computer professional, knapsack
on shoulder
Executives striding confidently,
nervously
The confused tourist carrying
backpack too large
Painted women whose stilettos make
them imposing
Confusion of passports, boarding
cards, endless queues
Gun-holding security men in starched
uniforms
The strong smell of disinfectant,
sanitized food
The airport is where voyages are
embarked and disembarked
Not in steamy hot man-o-wars of yore,
but
In air-controlled seclusion, and sequestered
egos
Where every man and woman is an
explorer
Compressing months of travelling
into a few hours
And merging people into one palimpsest
of cultures.
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