Heathrow

Moving fast, stuck inside my head
Temporarily freed by coffee and a call
The deluge of thoughts I can’t possibly organize or ignore
Suspended by the routine of security and unloading
Only to pack it all up again
What's it all for
Being alone with all these people
Passing delayed time reading on tarmacs
It might get bumpy
All communication silenced until coming back to life upon arrival
The world was trying to find us
Luxuriously captive no more
Irises scanned, the machine thanks me
Waiting for the carousel number
Exchanging smiles with a stranger and laughing at a kid
Things become my home - I’m happy to see them come around
And I’m leaving again with nothing to declare