Too High

Flying high above the clouds
it’s hard to see the ground

clearly, it is still there
but the details fade in and out,

the streets and little boxes
with multi-coloured roofs,

the broccoli trees around
soccer fields and schools,

square, round and peanut
shaped blue pools or dams,

a child’s wonderland,
miniature for pretend play,

road and rail, plastic animals,
the imaginary landscape,

these and many more
distant and removed images

seen almost as if through
a thick lens, a barrier;

but coming down, nearer
the ground, once seen through clouds,

their reality protrudes,
approaching the size of real life.