View from Window Seat 32A
Clouds shaped as: Ploughed rows A box of cinnamon rolls Waves breaching, breaking On the open earth below The earth: A quilted patchwork Shades of soft browns Perfect squares and circles Stitched together By dirt roads And scattered white windmills Occasionally: Terraced lines Reveal hills tamed Clusters of silver black dots Mark towns and cities A wavering dusty line: A river like a writer’s signature In faded ink
–Colleen McBride
