the topography of missing

somedays
a salt flat
white as a blank page
flat - wide open primal plain
dusty & surreal
with a dome of vast blue
horizon to horizon
marked
by chem trails & echoes & thorny things
my presence a shadow
upon time
somedays
a lush prairie rolling
smelling of summer golden
somedays
the stone that lies in a river
polished & weary
somedays
nothing extraordinary
becoming ordinary when pressed between the layers
of you