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