Departures

Today
    my skin
    accepts
    the pollen
        alone amongst
        smells of returning
            home stickily humid
            spunk of grass
            greedy and green and damp and furled
        everything
    I've been given

On the other side
of the planet
those frail leaf-lace things
everything
    I've given you
the transformed browns and violets
so out of place
in airport terminals
with ceilings like palaces
somehow emptier
than sky