From the grid to the gate

From the grid to the gate: Poetry in motion

As I walk through the airport, I am surrounded by the hum of activity. People rushing to and fro, their faces a mix of excitement and anxiety. I find a seat and watch as they move through the gates, a sea of humanity in constant motion.

The poetry of it all is not lost on me. The way the words "boarding" and "departure" are woven into the fabric of our daily lives. The rhythm of the announcements, a steady heartbeat that pulses through the airport.

And then, of course, there is the poetry of the people. The stories they tell, the dreams they hold, the hopes they cling to. Each one a unique thread in the tapestry of human experience.

"Poetry is the only thing that can be written without knowing how to write."

These words, spoken by the great poet T.S. Eliot, echo through my mind as I watch the world go by. A reminder that poetry is not just a form of expression, but a way of life.

As I wait for my flight, I am struck by the beauty of it all. The way the light catches the curves of the airport, the sound of the planes taking off and landing, the smell of the food vendors wafting through the air.

It is a moment of perfect harmony, a symphony of sights and sounds that is both familiar and yet, utterly unique.

And so, as I board my flight and take to the skies, I am filled with a sense of wonder and awe. For in the poetry of the airport, I have found a piece of myself.

Author's note: In this piece, I aimed to capture the beauty and rhythm of the airport experience, and the way it can be seen as a form of poetry in motion. Through a mix of observation and reflection, I hope to have conveyed the sense of wonder and awe that can be found in the everyday moments that make up our lives.

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ELE Times ELE Times — 2025-11-25

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