on the way there
we waited for take off
as a small aircraft
landing from the left
touched down effortlessly
with a small puff of smoke
from beneath the wheels
and we got moving
a new office
(for me)
another unfamiliar setup
another messy machine room
to make sense of.
hours later
the job done
we wait for take off
as a small plane
lands from the left
life repeats itself
and i think
“i’ll be doing this
next week
in another town.”
when i reach home
she’s out with a friend
so i grab a quick pub meal
just around the corner
when i step out the back
i watch a plane head
towards the airport
while the slow, steady rock music
drifts from speakers nearby
and i’m wondering
if those passengers
had as productive a day
as i did?