Funny how everything looks so organized from up here.
Patchwork parcels of deep sienna and dark green
recede like childhood memories
against a dreamy backdrop of
house-lined cul-de-sacs and ruler straight streets
resembling a zippered tooth tapestry
bejeweled and electrified by glittering light.
Sinuous rivers reflecting an ethereal sun
sneak past board game obstacles
to cut deep surgical swaths in the
other-wised manicured landscape below.
Swift moving cars race
like newly discovered ants
frantically scrambling for cover
in the noon day heat.
Filmy veils of smoky white fabric
yield to a heavenly cerulean sky,
more cerulean than cerulean itself,
while the precision of urban topography
into undulating fissures and folds
of mountainous bedclothes -
tectonic remnants of the restless and
torrid love affair with Mother Earth,
eons and eons ago.