Waiting in an Airport

{This was first penned years ago when I was working full-time and traveling some.  It's apparent at least by the reference to airplane meals.}

      Waiting in an Airport

Some people sit and read.

Others sit and stare about.

Some march purposefully down the concourse.

Others stand as if waiting in a line,

But not in a line, instead scattered throughout.

The ticket agent drones on declaring

who can board, who must wait.

She makes a “Pre-boarding” announcement.

Those with young offspring or personal frailties

get to “pre-board”. How does one “pre-board”?

It appears that they never really “pre-board”. 

They simply board before I do.

To “pre-board” would be to engage in some activity

and then to board.

I never “pre-board”.

When my offspring were young we stayed home, or we drove.

And my frailties are not the sort to get me special treatment.

In fact, I fear “pre-boarding”.

If I “pre-board”, then at mealtime they might decide to “preserve” me.

Don’t know how long I’d last.

Upon arrival would I be “pre-deplaned”? Or “pre-disposed”?

Should my data cause confusion, their computers might even precurse me.

But if we did safely reach our destination, would I then have made

“pre-arrangements” for transportation from the airport?

I would presume so. For that would mean I would arrive in time

to watch a pre-recorded program.

You know, that’s one where they recorded it once and then decided

to go back and pre-record it previously.