This is the voice that the plane makes
as it wades through the cloud.
A turmulous dull roar that you know and need.
Its flight is like join-the-dots.
One to ten.
There’s no difficulty about it
except not killing everyone on board
and a few on the ground too
of course.
This is the voice that I make
as I sit here on my drawing perch.
It’s cold and I’m confused.
Looking at planes all day seemed like just the thing to do
an hour ago.
I have too many choices, it would seem.
Like join-the-dots without the numbers.
So I whine and complain
and my passengers never get anywhere.
Where were they going in the first place?
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Ok, so maybe this one could go under the voices category; I like the plane having a voice; yet you are also painting a picture of the airport as well so I don’t know.
I’m trying to think in those contexts
when I get inspired.
I have too many choices, it would seem.
Like join-the-dots without the numbers.
So I whine and complain
and my passengers never get anywhere.
Where were they going in the first place?
great stuff
being adhd I can really relate to the dots without numbers
Glad you liked it qazse.