Poetic Movements

The flight departs soon and you are late again; your rushing feet change from flips flops to boots to trainers and flip flops again. It's winter this time and there's always a flight to somewhere to catch; how can you always be so late? In the waiting halls of airports time makes circles a flight is delayed the clock becomes irrelevant. My eyes ache and they are tired; should I close them now I'll miss you running in the room your attention shifting somewhat lost in-between the gates always on the edge of time and unconcerned. 21 Dec. 2022 Athens airport. Photograph: O ver the Alps; 8 Oct. 2022