Small Lobby Waiting Room

We are
waiting for husbands
or brothers-in-law.
It is cool
but dark on mis-distributed
semi-soft benches and
hot outside in July.
The man in the corner
surrounded by luggage
is a vision
in night clothes
that my eyes
can not place.
He remains,
reality and memory
wrapped around him,
keeping his eyes
focussed on nothing
so he would not be seen.