Space


In the inky morning

wet with rain

I arrived at the airport

with bags stuffed full:

brimming with books,vitamins, snacks,

tiny balms for every anticipated ailment.

All for just a ten-days journey.

The emergency-tools were hidden

into every pocket and fold.

But when every empty space is full,

the question is–

Is there room left in the heart?

Is there a margin open for surprise?

Have I left room for delight

in the stranger?

©️Laurie Lynn Newman