Christmas Travels

There were shining lights and flashing lights,

mirrored in multiples,

double exposures — reflected people

passing through actual buses,

there was the whirring roar within the terminal

while buses on the outside glided ghostly

We had the vibrations

of day-long air travel

with little food,

and rain outside, and remnants

of earlier snow (which had delayed our flight

and made us miss our planned bus)

All in all, as real, surreal,

as anything, as anywhere,

travel being, in some sense,

our constant state,

home also being

as real as we could make it.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 17, 2019