Here, we all have purpose:
You can see it in the way we walk, the confidence,
Propelled by one large recycled breath
At a controlled and comfortable temperature –
In this well tended transitory hive
With no need for a queen.
Our keepers guide us with screens
And regular announcements through overhead speakers,
As we drone through labyrinths of duty-free shops, cafés and gates,
And though not all headed the same place,
We’re numbly happy to have purpose,
And poised with knowing that we all belong
To a destination.