They come
Bringing their bags
Dragging their children.
They’re in baggy jeans
Suits
Leggings
Exercise shorts and baseball hats.
Talking, quietly
Yelling, laughing
Or, mostly in silence
Except for shoes click-clacking.
Holding onto their purses
Or, pulling their rolling bags
As their hands clutch
Their boarding passes.
It’s PHL sunrise
And I smile
As I hear the sounds
Of Spanish, English
And other languages
Flowing to the background
Of Stevie Wonder.
They have dogs,
Kids on rolling cases
That double as kiddie cars.
A couple stops
As I compose.
They see the sunrise
As he holds a bottle
To the mouth
Of his daughter
Strapped to his chest.
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
He nods.
His wife (she looks)
Nods and smiles.
Then they walk away,
Pleased to have found
The PHL sunrise.
John David Higham 
Felt like I was there!!
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I really enjoyed this. My friend and I have talked a lot about people watching in airports and how fulfilling it is.
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Thanks for giving my words a read.
Yes, I was sitting at this spot as I worked on a chapter of my next book when I needed and break and just plunged into writing poetry. There was such an organic rhythm to the place and that inspired me.
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I just checked out your “about” page. It seems you and I are doing somewhat similar things. I have a workshop on mindful connection and compassion. I am also exploring my own spiritual path.
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That’s cool.
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