Destination: no where at all
The words flashed on the screen in the airport.
I was glad to be on my last leg of my journey.
“Where was it the ticket said I was going?”
No matter the airline knows.
The pilot most certainly knows.
As I grabbed my gear,
a back pack that had once been a suitcase on wheels,
I ascended 4 metal steps on the bus.
I scratched my head at what should be unfamiliar.
There it was a seat – my temporary objective.
I smiled as I sat down into pleasant discomfort.
“I’ll order a coffee when the flight attendant comes by.”
Then began our journey on what must have at one time been round.
I saw long grey, fuzzy ears and remarked,
“One donkey is able to pull all of us?”
As I looked around, it was only myself and the driver.
Then after what seemed an interminable, short-time we stopped.
The donkey brayed unwilling to go a step further.
“This is the end of the road,” the driver said in a language I did not understand.
An old weather beaten sign said “You have reached: NO WHERE Population: Unknown
Today’s prompt at WordPress is In Transit. I was feeling a bit Dr Whoish
Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?