"Crying Man"
(Charles Douthat)
At O'Hare, after a first jump west to California,
I thought my father was dying, as I waited
for the connecting flight. Being hungry
I ate pizza with the people eating pizza.
Feeling uninformed, I bought newspapers,
opened magazines at a bookshop wall.
Near my gate, I pretended not to watch
a dozen others waiting, as they pretended
not to watch me. But finally, in a hectic airport
restroom, I heard the crying man in his stall.
"Oh God," he cried, behind a stained steel door.
He didn't sound old. And in his privacy, not shy.
"Oh dear God," rang harshly in the close tiled room.
I stood alongside others, a simple traveler
at a public urinal. Behind me the restless waited
their turns. "Oh dear life!" came the third cry.
I shook myself, zipped, found a vacant sink for washing.
Spurting water dwindled to a trickle on my hands.
I lathered and rinsed as I'd been taught. Grabbed
for paper towel. Didn't linger at the mirror.
("Crying Man" is from
and was featured in Dan Keusal's
"Living With Purpose and Passion")