they are whistling and a silent audience is listening
paper airplane with alphabet passengers
drifting and waiting for drums to capture
I wonder if they care that they're in an airplane chair,
or that I can hear their clever callings
from these creative bathroom stall drawings.
Ill replicate that airplane energy
and then they'd be so pleased with me.
if only I wasn't so afraid to fall
I'd make a sound that stood out and tall.
or animal eye contact when you're running behind
and you slowed down for them just in time
like driving home at the days end
and receiving a soft wave from an old friend
a small conversation, a held open door
little things are what life is for.