Scurrying the airport or waiting at the TSA line
here then are faces,
Faces of impatience, restlessness, hurried, worried, tired,
The mundane dreamy face, the always unwelcome choleric
irate face,
The face of the bug-eyed, the grand faces of
devoted ministers and teachers passionate and wise,
The faces of doctors and nurses, concerned at what they see,
The sympathetic & caring faces of medical professionals,
The unsavory ghetto hoodlum face,
The magnanimous humble face of a beautiful soul, smiling,
The cheeky detestable jeering face,
The innocent faces of children…the worn-out face of
the mother of unruly children,
The face of stolid silence, the face of the saintly, holy, and virtuous,
The face of a dreamer, the face anchored in faith,
The face flushed with embarrassment … a depleted face,
Aimlessly, to and fro, like the wind, not knowing where it comes from
nor where it goes.
Scurrying the airport to board the ceaseless airplane
here then are all the faces,
I see them coming and worry not and receive them all.
Do you suppose I could be dreadfully sorry to be here
Waiting for them? No!
I receive all these faces with a smile on my face.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2022 09:36
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is an adaptation of Walt Whitman's poem Faces. This one is about the many faces we see in the airport and in airplanes as we travel. Each face is a person, a human being.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
I love this. I am humbled often by the thought that each car I see holds a person or persons inside that like me have plans for their day, places to go, loved ones to worry about. The weight of it is tremendous. Thank you again for the reminder that the world is so much bigger than just my tiny place in it!
Chris, I'm very grateful you took the time to read my poem and comment. Indeed, the many faces we see as we travel. They're human beings with dreams, aspirations, desires, etc. Thank you!
I absolutely LOVE this. You point to the uniqueness and value of each human being. I believe we are an expression of the creative force that brought it all into being and sustains its existence. Not religious. Spiritual.
Thank you, BB for your generous comment. I wrote it to express what you've avidly expressed. Be blessed, my friend.
Wonderful description of the kaleidoscope of life. I enjoyed reading this. While I'm waiting I love watching people too and wondering.
So many people each having their own lives makes one wonder what each face shows us.
Andy
Indeed! Thank you for reading my poem and commenting.
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