The Terminal

The Terminal

By Christina Esser

8AM.

Arrival at LAX.

Everyone scurries around the airport like disoriented mice.

They need to board their flights now—need to get home.

Do people remember their time in the terminal?

Everything is such a blur

When the mind is at the destination

Before the body is.

I’ve been at my destination for years,

But today, I’m really enjoying my coffee—

As I wait to hop on a delayed flight

That will take me somewhere unknown.