Soul Airport Poem by Adrian Flett

Departure times are unknown.
You never meet those who've flown
ever before; turnover's high
leaving us wondering why.

But this is a crucial zone
though we call it home.
Arrivals and departure unplanned
just based on supply and demand.

No thrust of engines, roar of jet
departures unexpected quiet, silent yet,
arrivals patiently await their space,
hoping for a satisfying place,

in the random queue, await their space.
No first come first served in this place,
be patient sit, and await your call,
the last call, to end it all.