A woman in an airport,
a voice chiming through,
a line is formed
each person with a ticket in hand,
a woman tapping her feet
looking anywhere but behind her.
A terminal that is all too gray,
the thunder of a suitcase rolling
rolling
rolling
on the floor,
a window seat
a gray chair
a woman with her suitcase under her seat,
her face pressed up against the glass,
waiting
waiting
waiting
for the takeoff,
never noticing the man who sits next to her,
never noticing the flight attendance giving her safety instructions,
never noticing anything until the wheels begin to turn,
and the plane starts to move,
and it’s going
faster
faster
faster
then
up
up
up
and it’s flying, it really is flying,
and the woman never looks back,
just keeps her face pressed up against the glass.
a voice chiming through,
a line is formed
each person with a ticket in hand,
a woman tapping her feet
looking anywhere but behind her.
A terminal that is all too gray,
the thunder of a suitcase rolling
rolling
rolling
on the floor,
a window seat
a gray chair
a woman with her suitcase under her seat,
her face pressed up against the glass,
waiting
waiting
waiting
for the takeoff,
never noticing the man who sits next to her,
never noticing the flight attendance giving her safety instructions,
never noticing anything until the wheels begin to turn,
and the plane starts to move,
and it’s going
faster
faster
faster
then
up
up
up
and it’s flying, it really is flying,
and the woman never looks back,
just keeps her face pressed up against the glass.