The Airport Poem by Michael Cochrane

Passengers await the flight in rows of plastic chairs, all clutching mobile phones scrolling through the social media. No one speaks to strangers, different languages are spoken all the time children cry or laugh unaware of the adults checking boards for the gate, that takes them away from the daily toil on holiday or something else they all have a reason to fly. They are surrounded by sunglasses shops, and trenty clothes shops, and every type of perfume in the duty free, that advertises golden beaches and beautiful places and people. The older seniors have seen it all before and they read newspapers and they recall a time before the world was normal and they had chats with fellow travelers, now its all a rush nobody is seen all invisible. Such is the modern world they can't escape no matter how many planes they take or how far they go, free will is being eroded they are unaware of how much has changed.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026