// Up in the Air
I buy my ticketsjust to steal sleep
in airport lounges,
not for the skies
or smiles of tired ladies
with silver hair.
But somehow,
following the signs
and queues
and children’s rhymes
of laptops-liquids-out,
I find myself out there —
beyond the gates,
gamed into taxi-
takeoff-cruise.
from 'Nomadicism'