Flight 97 to Anchorage has been delayed

Haunted by your absence

I stand,

shifting weight from foot to foot.

As backpack straps dig into my shoulder,

I gaze at people scurrying by,

on their journeys from here to there.

At times my eyes fix upon a stranger,

and as her face blurs before me,

for an instant,

only for an instant,

you, who are I know not where,

are with me.

2003
Seattle-Tacoma International Airport