Spacing out in the airport
on a toilet, almost no sleep
waiting for a connecting flight
I think I might be hallucinating

A month quickly gone by
visiting family and friends
trying to put together
what happened to my father

The duffle bag in front of my feet
 -- never out of sight -- 
filled with memorabilia
lovingly donated by his
friends and family

I look up at my handbag
hanging on a hook 
against the stall wall
checking if that too is moving

The duffle bag is
rocking back and forth
not far from my toes