Relentless shifts of duty:
Team building the nearest to art,
And judgments based on evidence
But sourced from intuition;
A hard working time, lit up by flashes –
Of excursions, like searchlights
Penetrating a darkened night;
Or sunlight glancing through the windows
Of the crowded, turning, climbing plane
As it flies, southwards: headed recklessly
To play in a warmer autumn sun.
Where would you rather be?
Right here! Right now!
In a bubble all our own,
A special time, stolen from the night.