Airport

I stand here and watch life
Float by me
Teach me naught?

Meeting folks parting
Two of the fairer
From land across the beyond
Send smoke spiraling

The one with the little man
Not under control
Can’t seem to keep eyes off
The watcher watching turns voyeur

Two that are one
What is the story there?
The watcher yearns to know
Edges closer but still no clue

Friend turns up in black
Happy they are again
Then the much-awaited wave

Closer to the glass doors go
A final shake
Before the image again turns vision