Rebirth

There’s something spiritual about the person who drops us into the arms of check-in

A farewell hug, a hurry home, a last glance

Dehydrated, bedraggled, luggage in tow

My heart skips a beat

To the familiar outline of a loved-one’s vehicle

A first smile, a grab for luggage, a welcome home

My midwife between portals of distant lands

Upon exit of each airport I am reborn