I would have been lost but for my eyes
drawn to a sparkling pattern of reflected sun
far down the dark passageway
it was her again in her security jacket
her black slacks and black shoes
her hand beckoning me
I always got lost exiting the terminal
but
as I strolled towards her, I noticed that
her jacket had stopped sparkling and now it was her
smile that lit up the darkness, not like the reflected sun
but the shine of shared humanity, the shared recognition
that I was so lost and she knew the way.
Every day she showed me the way
She pointed to the right and I walked through
the one-way gate into the terminal, the rush
of air, the fluorescent lights making me blink
as I passed from one world to another.
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