Morning Flight

As we ascend, the ocean is glass
expensive, patterned venetian glass
with a rainbow shimmer
impossible to describe
impossible to photograph
changing with our perspective

Far below us the land is emerald velvet
the finest of luxurious fabrics
sewn in to paddocks
crushed at the hills
criss-crossed asphalt seams
traffic a man made oddity

Gossamer thread-like streams
weave in and out of the landscape
precious silver… no platinum
glints back in to our eyes
no great ruler could possess
a more beautiful or jewelled land