Solid Vapors

Empty benches
Benches with passengers asleep
Waiting for the shifts of time
From time to time
They toss and rest many weary members
These benches momentarily hold escaping souls.

Flights of comfort
Flights of relief
Sustain the wind beneath those giant wings
Fear
   Excitement
      Regret.
        
            
On the ground destinations become real
Fear. Excitement. Regret.
Condense into clear windowglass tear-drops
While the engine blasts its final blow
Torching the clear, fluid thoughts
Into vaporized fumes.

Sweet and bitter vapor of escape
Pores open to breathe a sigh of relief
A burn should you linger 
Longer
In grief.

But a cold damp of reality arrests the vapors to turn wet and wild
Raging currents
Every solid form of truth you refused to confront before
Once again turn into loose vapors you see 
On the other side of your airplane window.

Do not open the door.




Note: Wrote this while waiting for my flight at Changi Airport

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