A poem on the surface of the Earth
Pattern Recognition
The glass is blurry, streaked. Below, a glacial line uncoilsinto an endless fjord. I watch a plume ascendfrom a factory toward the turning nimbi.
I rest my head against the rim and picture the carbon line cast behind,charcoal mist thinning, a faint tracing. Contrailsfracture into Rorschach blooms.
Read the poem, then follow its language across a map of the world.
Read and explore