Are you where you are?

Sweeping across virtually thousands of anonymous travellers at Rome-Fiumicino Airport this morning, some words came to my mind. And still do they they resound in my unconscious for some reason I can't really seem to pin down... It's often like this. Like when a song unexpectedly lingers on somewhere in you, in that silent inside you which is, however, so pretty much full of music. It's a poem written on the flagstones on the floor at the arrival hall of Oslo-Gardermoen Airport. The easiest thing would be not to ever discover it and to keep stepping on it countless of times. Words that say:

Are you where you are?
Are you not where you are?

Go to where you are

I'll wait for you

-there