overhead
a jet bullies the wind
cuts and bucks through it
straight lines the sky
one destination
next to the pond
a butterfly rides a breeze
their flight together
ragged zig-zagged
now out of sight
the aircraft arrives
taxis to a gate
time-tired tourists
with drawn faces
shuffle off the plane
lounging in my chair
yellow wings
land on a finger
my blue-eyed surprise
I haven’t gone anywhere