Little boxes and triangles
Plunked down
And anchored
Plunked down
And anchored
In a landscape
Buffeted by winds
Battered by waves
The land and flora
Shaped, shattered,
Broken and splintered
I chuckle
At human efficiency
Amidst the wild land
Wonder
At the mundane cages
We build around ourselves
So we can be
Close
To nature
Marvel
That while we are of nature
We have forgotten how to be
Nature
In a land
Where the only straight line
Is the horizon
And even that
Is truly a curve
Somewhere along the Pacific Coast Highway (I think)
Northern California, United States of America
Northern California, United States of America
Taken during travels, 2009
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