Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning
my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement:
“If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please
come to the gate immediately.”Well—one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.
— From “Gate A-4” by Naomi Shihab Nye
This is the start of a beautiful prose poem worth two minutes of your time to read, and just the kind of thing that I am happy to read today.