If Now Is An Airplane Poem by Stephen Bennett The Playjurist

If now is an airplane flying over our heads, with a sound
that surrounds and fills up everywhere, and we decide
to follow its engine's 'mmm' for as long as we can
until we reach the point, where it is

ultimately almost entirely all gone from here... from this
very low... yet clearly present hum. If we didn't know what
it was, we couldn't tell where it might be coming from.
Nothing but clouds anywhere up, and now

as its time is carrying it off, it's softer,
so it's source we imagine further out, but our minds
if they are truly locked on it
and our listening's content still holds
with it, along with the rest of it

the clicks, ticks and swishes and the sound
of the speaking of this thought, this that is happening now...
and when the airplane's sound has grown close to a full
nothingness... now turns into an airplane that was never here.
But this mind has grown to the size of the space it made up and is.