Thinking Like This Mere Poet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking around while sitting here in Calcutta's airport,
seeing people of many nationalities, all types of person-
alities and varieties of beliefs.

A beautiful garden of historical proportions, if finding
out about each and every person here and what they do,
hope for and want to achieve in life.

Picture album yet to be made and filled with facts and
pictures of everyone now sitting here together, all of
us being strangers, smiling at one another.

Maybe exchanging a word or two, or a look of curiosity,
sitting quietly here, everyone in their own little world,
wonder if anyone is thinking like this mere poet into a poem.