Ape at the Airport

In front of me I see so many lives converging
Paths crossing that may never cross again

But stepping back
I see their paths have crossed many times
ancestors ancestors
passing glances
perhaps more

Step back again
and again
and find each shining thread traces back
through stone and stardust
to a single point

In front of me
so many wondrous things to ponder
all this elegant mystery

And I can't stop looking at that ass

Something that may or may not resemble a thought

The Boy from The Forest

(edited 2/10/16 based on feedback received)