The airport bus

There is an air of mild panic
on the airport bus
as everyone tries to cram
suitcases and bags
into a rack that is too small
wearing coats and and boots
that do not suit the sweltering heat
the rails shiny with other peoples sweat
I have the same feeling
that reminds me of the drive
back to boarding school
a draining anxiety in my stomach
as we pass the straggling
grey industrial estates
and onto the autobhan
I think of you
and your little face
as we said goodbye