People spend a lot of time complaining about the TSA Transportation Security Administration as it clears people for airplane travel. I do too! However, it recently struck me that what I do for the TSA embodies what repentance asks of me. A little light-hearted then this week — my TSA confession …
Look at me, God, I take off my shoes
like some Moses
in front of a burning bush
or a Japanese mother
entering her paper home.
I take out my computer,
roll it away – all that dependence
on technology — and it leaves
me barefoot in another way.
I strip the things that cover me –
my coat, belt, jewelry, watch,
the little bottles of shampoo and makeup
I imagine will make me pretty.
I leave the cup of coffee,
even my last water to drink.
I lay down the carry-on’s of my life
and they roll out of my sight.
And then I am scanned –
the in and the out of me, patted down.
I am bringing nothing but me,
nothing but me —
to this light absolution, this flying.