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