An airport, alone

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