I am sitting in a crowded airport lounge
. . .
I haven’t been moved to pause my busy life long enough to write anything down in a long time…. No poems. No funny anecdotes.
But today I am feeling moved.
Today I am feeling
Today I am crying
The shocking surrealism of finding terror in your own back yard.
The closeness of the fear.
The tears of our usually smiling news readers…
The realisation that no one is immune to pain.
As the long held in tears took over my weary eyes I found myself – most uncharacteristically – not caring who saw. In fact….I wanted someone to see.
I wanted everyone in the airport to see.
Not for pity
Not for sympathy
Simply for humanity
This man sitting oposite me, typing an email…I have never met and probably won’t see ever again.
This group of Asian business men…I don’t understand their conversation or know where they live.
The waitress cleaning up after our mass unrelenting consumption of wine and meals…I don’t know her story either.
But if I saw them crying
…even if I didn’t know the reason….
I would care
And if someone unknown to all of us walked in with a gun
and stole their stories…
I would care.
If we all suddenly found ourselves clinging to each other as we hung on to our hope, our stories… our lives
we would care
Maybe we should start now…