I hear English and ItalianAnd (I think)a bit of FrenchAs I’m sitting (one more stranger)In the airportOn a benchThis assemblyOf the transientPeople moving (yet we’re still)Thrown togetherFor a momentWith a layover to fillThis collectionOf humanity—The tiredSadExcitedProves thatBeing in proximityIs not the same at allAs being in community I’m glad I’m going home
