Returning
Joanne Leow
at this threshold of
departure / arrival
I remain fixed
on the dark lucent tiles
of the home airport
its large picture windows
blinding the interior
with light views of
departings / arrivings
its cold halls
filled with
the babble of its
efficient human machine
"tell me how you
know that housing projects fail"
I say
I know because I come
from an entire race
birthing and dying in these
high-rise boxes
"tell me again
why you are leaving" |