The noise around me blends
into
a low hum.
I am usually distracted but
tonight
the airport vibrates;
Like listening to the sounds of the waking forest at
sunset.
I am confident I have found a
connection
to my reading.
I am emboldened to sustain my
hold
on the written word.
The breaking away happens before I realize it;
shifting
and groaning like cracks in a warming glacier.
My eyes close as I slowly drift into the throng.
They lift me up and carry me away
like
a mosh pit as I abandon the task at hand—the crowd is my master now.
They will not bring me back.
Like Spiderman after saving the train,
they
lower me downward in disbelief and
stare
as I slip into a dreamlike
state
of my own creation.
