Sitting on the Floor in an Airport
I am sitting on the floor in an airport —
Partly because
My phone is almost dead
And this is the only outlet I could find,
But also (and mostly) because
This is how I like experiencing the world;
From a different vantage point;
Below, above, within, outside.
Here, I am
Both invisible and most visible;
Insignificant and unmistakable;
Neither meaningless or meaningful.
I just… am…
Sitting on the floor in an airport.
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