Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back until his spine popped in a satisfying series of cracks. The endless waiting had been a problem in the past, a trigger for simmering anger. Now, the delay was a gift. Elias had been racing, always racing. The important meeting across the country felt far away, almost inconsequential. He pulled out a well-worn book of poetry from his bag, a volume he hadn't touched in months.

He found an empty corner near a window and sat down, the sounds of the airport fading as he became engrossed in the verses. A strange lightness settled in his chest, a sensation of release he hadn't realized he craved. He read aloud, the words flowing from his tongue like a clear stream, and felt a profound sense of inner quiet.