Drops of painted sky
the unnatural blue of in ground pools pierce my airplane window
Cul-de-sacs in perfect round circles, matching dollhouses measured with a ruler
From here the earth is honey combed
Sectioned by green cottage cheese barriers, the textured trees and brush.
I can see the mountains
I have seen up them and from them
But never have I seen them
Like this
Never before have I seen the mountains
And pondered them
And pondered them
Like this
Passengers at their windows shut the plastic film
Cutting, clipping their souls short of wonder
How can it be done?
The Mona Lisa is before us
the sly rise and fall of Land and Sea smiles up at me
she knows the Great Mystery, she knows I do not yet
I am taunted.
We pass fields of deafening emerald
waters of blinding saccharinity
valleys sing descants of the melancholy, disheartening, dispiriting
all, all from this dumbing height
i am undone.
I cannot cover my window
I must wonder
I must ponder these things.
I must ponder the fount
for all beauty flows to and from the same source.
If I laughed right now He would hear
He would know it was me
He would smile
If I died right now He would come
He would know it was me
He would smile
I must, I must ponder these things.