Airports

Airports are not all the same

And yet

They merge together in the mind

And I forget

Which one

Has the blue horse,

Or the waterfall

Or the American fries

Or the sports display

And then I realize

It’s not the terminal

Or even the nice girl at the counter

Or whether they have free carts

Or the host in a white hat

Or a coffee shop near my gate

That

Makes the difference

But rather what I am looking forward to,

Or what I am leaving from

That helps me decide

Where I feel most comfortable

Please let it be home

by Jenny Berube