I wonder if I will write on the plane tomorrow
about the feeling of engines revving up with a growl
or seeing all these people and wondering why they go
or maybe I won’t write this time
maybe there’s no point to that
now

I wonder a lot now a days
spending my hours contemplating my minutes

so if I write a poem on the plane tomorrow
it’ll probably be just like this one:

not about what is happening
and a desperate waste of time