World of the bizarre,
land of in-between,
burbling, rumbling coffee machines.
Surreal speed, swerve,
dash in a passenger cart
‘Look out! Look out!’
It’s the airport Formula One.
Moving from camp to camp in terminal-land,
each stretched-out shapeless hour
marked by new territory,
for a change of scene, a fresh discovery.
Stake out some chairs
with a bag and your bones,
watch in sleepy disbelief
as rain pools oddly on the floor.
You know the PA voice so intimately,
it might as well be
a friend of long standing.
The next journey begins…
~ Marta Ziemelis. Copyright July, August 2014.
I did a lot of travelling this summer, and wrote the piece above during a 12-hour layover in an unfamiliar airport. I feel it does a reasonable job of expressing both the excitement and tedium you can experience when spending a lot of ‘transitional time’ in a place that’s fairly new to you, even if the country and language are old friends (as they were for me, in this case). Shoutout to my fellow TCKs and other travellers, who probably also know this feeling well!