Building Airplanes
We speak different languages and come from different cultures. Yet it’s funny to find how similar we are to one another.
Silence doesn’t bother us, we’d rather just observe. Read the blueprints, plan it out and then commence our work.
Calmly we’ll collect our tools and set up our small ladder. Disenchanted from the others as they do their daily banter.
Sometimes I giggle and give a grin, when he expresses doubt. Perhaps he cannot see how naturally we balance out.
Difficult to put in words when you’ve found your counterpart. So I’m grateful for all the days together, knowing one day we’ll depart
Copyright © Derek Walkama | Year Posted 2021
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