Saturday, 17 June 2017
Here at Warsaw Airport the people are tired.
It's not yet 8am and they've been up for hours.
My family, dotted around the world.
To sit with them in Carrigan's,
do the autumn things in Scottish rain
- me, away on work, on my own.
Let the plane take me back
land at homely Glasgow
where the streets know me and my footsteps
and will guide me to my train home.