Monday, April 30, 2012

Day 26: Pobject's handmade quilt

From up above it’s hard to say what’s growing
in these fields, but you can tell from
their geometry that
    hundreds of hands (thousands, if not millions,
over time)

are digging, scraping, shaping,
putting plants into the earth and pulling
them out
               again. From here
it’s a busy quilt in emerald, jade, and malachite –

and cruising at 30,000 feet I can have an

Ubuntu – I am because
we are –
might make more sense to us
if we could fly

and take the time to hover over
one another’s heads every now and then.

1 comment:

  1. I have two words: rice paddies. Those blow. my. mind. And so does this poem. Perfectly lovely.