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# Terminal
- URL: https://www.andyposner.org/terminal/
- Published: 2023-09-06T02:33:01.000Z
- Updated: 2026-07-15T05:02:54.000Z
- Description: Not the shaded table by the pool where I point out a hummingbird eating nectar and my son asks, “You mean like I eat pizza?”
- Author: Andy
- Tags: Be The Change, poetry, #Migrated-1784090317409, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2026-07-15 04:39

Not the shaded table by the pool  
where I point out a hummingbird eating nectar  
and my son asks, “You mean like I eat pizza?”  
Not the tent—stuffed in a corner  
of the garage—I slept in many summers ago  
while biking across the country, once in a horse  
pasture in Virginia, another time in the  
parking lot of a Pentecostal Church deep  
in Appalachia, cement still fiery-hot at midnight.  
Not the Swiss Alps where we honeymooned,  
dipping chocolate in our espressos as the dew  
lifted and snow-capped peaks blinded us.  
Not the bow of a ship in Glacier Bay, back when  
it still had glaciers, when I could watch an iceberg crumble  
and feel not fear, but awe.  
Not the Estación de tren de Granada,  
where Eva and I spent hours passing notes  
the way star-crossed lovers destined to part ways  
pass notes: ostentatiously, confusing depth of feeling  
with profundity.  
Not the plazas of Montmartre, where everything is beautiful—  
the Parisian sunset, the sweaty tourists taking photos  
of the Moulin Rouge, the unkempt painters  
who speak hopefully of the greats, how their genius  
was but posthumously acknowledged.

No, the ideal spot for writing poetry is here, Terminal 5  
at LAX, surprisingly uncrowded for Labor Day, parents  
shushing hungry toddlers, a tattooed woman in sandals  
running to catch her flight, and me, hungry too,  
thinking if it all ended here, my God, what a life it’s been.

*Monday, September 4, 2023*