Style: Poetry
Statement: This was written impulsively while, as you could guess, I was waiting for the plane to land flying back home. Seeing the world from such a great height, you realize how miniscule you really are. I think it's worth writing poetry about.
i fly past the stevens creek reservoir in less than a minute
the mountains i survey would take months to walk across on my two legs alone
inside a dust bunny-sized car there's a man commuting home and ready to see his daughter
in a house the size of a freshwater pearl there is a family who loves each other in a way i
understand,
and which i only understand because i know nothing about it, or how it works
that is how fast the airplanes really move
that is how the hands of a beautiful, omnipotent girl i'll never know
carved the ridges of the hills into the earth
like a child knee-deep in beach sand, crashing waves against her ankles
the grains catching under her fingernails
creating her microscopic empire
bigger, but if not just as small
as all of us
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