in the arrivals hall i begin planting trees
walk naked through abandoned latrines
the veins of the airport throb in safety
nevertheless i will practice my tai-chi
the gangways are empty of tired feet
inside the food court fake ferns sleep
i use broken glass to create my murals
my terminal redevelopment is complete
now there’s nothing left here to expand
only perfumes of the flight crews linger
departure boards flicker REM dreams
all the invisible planes up in the sky
even the cleaners have all gone home . . .
meet me tonight in an airport, alone
