Traveling light in California,
a checkerboard of concrete shapes
once forest and old growth domes
now bending in three dimensional space where
everything seems whiter, brighter, more bare
than flying over the soft greens of Kentucky,
sprawling rivers, and minature horse fences,
or the lushness of Hawaii’s mist dripping gifts.

In such cities, have they lost touch of the land?
No wonder everyone rushes by with sunglasses on–
to hide from the Earth’s glare of vulnerability.