A Night in the Airport

I slept at the airport last night,
-read papers of opinion.

I squeezed myself into a cubicle there,
-a channel and a screen,
(pass the time)

-A mother and the keys.

I wrote to you, and to God,
-of lonely days and long nights,
-of faces chosen wrong, for directions.

Dawn brings the quake of great birds rising,
Thunderous applause for the coming of the sun!

Sleek bodies shake the vertigo.
The edges of the sky,
turn blue.

The dome expands,
for modern dinosaurs of design.