…the naughty man will take you away.
I
overhear
waiting
to return home
from recent
trip
to India.
Tired,
washed-out
stripped
of
my
Core.
and I see
two women
struggling with little children,
toddlers,
tugging
sticky fingers
and pudgy arms.
All
as bewildered as me
by the light,
by the experience
emerging from the womb
of the airport,
newborn.