Laoibhse Ni Canain
Sleeping In Airports - Poem by Laoibhse Ni Canain
When did this certainty become certain?
I didn’t notice it emerge.
But now it plays in my garden
And laughs when I wonder at its presence.
I fell asleep again at the airport
And had strange dreams of our distortion,
Just like an elastic band we snapped back,
Almost the same, but devoid of something.
Like a used car, just not the same
As a first time ride in a new model.
We’ll sup up the engine and spray paint
Our frames. And fool a few.
Time will sweep us away
To our tomorrows.
That’s as certain as anything.
I’ll turn away to stack my socks.
And you will get bored.
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