The Demands Of The DayI am neither departing nor arriving. It's a small terminal with twelve gates and flight crews lamenting being stuck in this town for the night. One of them, optimistic in her life, says, "We'll find some fun." I stay long enough to look at the magazines, watch a couple of planes take off into a low, overcast sky and see people carry, pull or drop their luggage how they embrace or kiss each other, the regret or relief on faces after goodbye. I am an unknown and security gets suspicious. I leave the terminal, find the car and drive to my bank where everyone knows my name and even sing "Happy Birthday" to me on the right day because I told them, half kidding. I come here because I have needs that are met and the demands on my day disappear with each smile. I am not afraid, thank God, of these people. __Michael Poage |
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