Day 28 - A Sestina

his mind envisioned the plane
as he stood outside and saw
a forest, a coniferous wood
before it a field of sand
he needed to make the cut
and needed to be in shape

her mind envisioned the shape
she worked on a different plane
one job, the patterns to cut
hours spent on a scroll saw
hours more, the edges to sand
on hardboard and balsa wood

the man wisely harvested wood
lumber began to take shape
stacked, away from the sand
each stick smooth from the plane
cut to width on the saw
purposely given a narrow cut

when the patterns were cut
they selected the wood
though nothing went to the saw
it had to dry before it took shape
from the jointer and plane
and months before they sand

in front of the forest in the sand
a runway marked with a cut
long enough to land a plane
and not end up in the wood
and an airfield began to take shape
and they were happy with what they saw

then it was time to saw
and alternately sand
her designs began to take shape
as the various pieces were cut
together they shaped the wood
and they gave birth to a plane

they flew in the plane and they saw
the expanse of the wood, the breadth of the sand
he'd made the cut and she'd created the shape