just when it seems to get a little easier

I see an old, old man hardly able to walk

who cannot understand the restroom sign

whose daughter struggles to explain

and whose wife knows less than he—

watching this I realize how very easy I have it

and how very able I should be.

just when it seems to get a little easier

I sit here aimless as an empty hand

begging for tomorrow, just to forget today—

but I’ve seen enough to know

my drama’s just a traveler’s thought

wasted (but not wasted) at the airport