here I come, home

Heathrow airport, 2:00 am.

the silence, besides the cleaning machines and fans, beeps and light hums
is quite surprising.
perhaps I will be found waiting in the prayer rooms
unlike these passengers, passed out in the hallways,
tired beyond belief
skin stretched from the sun
sleep wanting desperately to take their minds back on vacation.

but I will stay up a bit longer. I think.
the boarding passes are already printed, because
that’s the way Air Canada does things.
and I think my luggage is ready to be checked.

I just wish I could sleep,
damn alarm clocks that don’t exist in my world.

home, here I come.
here I come, home.