the breath robbing lightning, was making diamonds of rain

the airport

i, for the first time
step past the doorway
and notice, with a hint of shock
that i am covered
dirt, glass, blood, grass
anything else that might stick
and you brush me off
dragging me away
like a christmas tree
and without question, i submit
watching the cars swim by
gripping your hand for dear life
wondering what happened while i was gone
"you were never here" i heard
but all i could see was a smile,
a ticket pulled, a car parked
and the living parts
of a vacation glow before me
the airport
bleeding with strangers and friends
cold stone floors meeting tired feet
a pamphlet
describing the wonders of a city
i have never been to
hustle: countless travelers queueing at the vending machines
bustle: empty elevators waiting for your company
a stranded island of luggage spinning forever
a statue of the noblest of women
too much to handle for two eyes
and one mind
but i take it all in
and this is our secret getaway
our treehouse
our underground bunker
'what is the best thing that's happened to you today?'
a trip to your local airport

Posted by cainnum at 4:07 PM