by Vivian Wagner

I’m learning to feel
at home in airports,
with their coming and going,
their inability to stop,
their forgiving smells of
baked pretzels and luggage,
people caring for each other
in the small ways people do when
they’re away from their own
living rooms, in spaces
defined by traversing,
bordered by movement,
kept still by a mutual
understanding of flux.

— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 3