a jet readies for landing.
by the look of it i’d guess
a boeing 747. and while
i glance skyward following
its gradual descent
two cows in a field
fix their gaze on me
oblivious to the drama
unfolding overhead.
perhaps they’re deaf
to these decibel levels
or maybe we’re the only
ones focused on the next
horizon with a dream
of being elsewhere.
