arrivals and depatures

[sweetwater]

the flight wasn't until 9:45 pm
and it was only just after 5 in the late afternoon

the airport for me always held a sense
of release and mystery

the notion of leaving or moving toward
something that in itself seemed more prosperous
than the tired pursuit of cliches
and the retirement villa of condos on the beach

connecting flights only to connect
and even the idea of living within a space shuttle
itself seemed more real than metaphoric

a magazine and a coffee
reading less about the topical items
of daily remembrances and more about
the possibilities of adventure and invention

great literature and literary footnotes
in the referencing of conceptual creations

the stirrings of the imagination

a more positive and constructive realization
than the sarcasm of repitition or the workplace
or even the education of rote remembering

to remember to remember

what is to be inspired in the spire
of one's own awakening

is the choice and the freedom to choose

that which is decided within and through
our own life experience

and not that which is decided for us
and in this the responsibility also includes
the idea

of swimming in all the oceans of the world
to touch the soil of africa
to throw stones into the black sea

to snorkel the red sea corals and walk
the streets of ancient stories

travel itself becomes you
though there are considerations of
what is 'clean' and what is 'safe'

you can spend the rest of your life travelling
and not see everything

as much as to say

we are all travelling
we are travellers

even word travellers