Yesterday we
played chess
waiting in line to
board a plane.
10 to 19 moves towards
check in, a boarding pass
interruption and passport security
issue just one
additional step away.
A child in distress
rolled around the
disgusting airport floors
as we watched his mother
talk on the phone.
Yesterday
we pretended to value
opinion over
silence
as we stood there, pretending
the behavior of the child
was so extraordinary,
ever so unthinkable,
that we made rash commentary
and put on such ~acceptably~
confused faces-
like we haven't all been there
ourselves, or wanted to be.
Yesterday we walked like
sheep from A to B
flew like caged birds-
Bordeaux to Paris-
and said goodbye to Bourrou
like it was just a pitstop
on the way to a returned
~meaning~
Today is the aftermath of yesterday-
it just doesn't add up.