perspective.

Flying
over the geometric city at night
made me imagine
we were actually in a tiny, tiny plane
skimming the surface
of a gold encrusted jewel.
The wind
or the Christmas lights
made it appear to be
twinkling.
And the dark spaces became
less river and road
and more the recesses
between the gems.
Maybe
we were just gliding
above
the pendent worn by
a great queen,
unaware of our
smallness.

photo: Bridget Lang:)