Gone Moment Caught Going On

At a glance, the photograph
Of an airport terminal
Looked crowded, and probably

The terminal was, that day.
But, scrutinized carefully,
Only a couple dozen

People could be distinguished,
Travelers waiting for flights,
Milling around the gift shops.

In a few hours, all dispersed,
Most hundreds, if not thousands,
Of kilometers away.

An old thought circled in mind.
Each skull in the photograph
Held a mind chewing on life.

However statistically
Measured and defined, each mind
Had to have been occupied

That moment, whether or not
Memory lost most of it,
With an awareness of self,

With various bits of want,
Wishes, and anxieties
That went on and on and on.