A Stroll Through The Repair Garage

by Richard Tornello

That quick wizzzip-wizzzip-wizzzip-knock-knock-knock,
the air wrench socket on a lug nut,
the pop of the torch,
the clank of the lift locks falling into place.
Like an orchestra tuning up,
the cacophony of tools,
the ring, the din of metal on metal.
And behind that,
that constant,
that constant comes the sound of the planet through of all things, music.
All different types, languages
cultures: shapes, colors and voices.

All music to my ears.

And I laugh when I then consider the old repair bays in deep space.