An airport is like the world

I spent about eight hours over the course of two days in two airports. This allowed me time for literature, thought, and peace. A thought jumped into my head that I had to write down. The thought turned into a sort of poem although its original intent was not so.

An airport is like the world.

You have your bustling cities and your quiet rural countrysides

You have art and you have business

You have constant arrivals and constant departures

A passenger's time in its chaotic sphere varies

The world is like an airport.