Bird's Eye View

The great city below is a glittering crescent,

wrapped around a bay of cobalt sea,

water gleaming harshly in the heavy noonday sun. 

Sails bulge and ripple,

pulling vast constructions

across whitecapped waves. 

From here,

they look insignificant -

ants trawling an expanse

of blue silk,

rocking in its folds

and creases. 

Heat scours the jagged rocks

that cut their way from the surf,

and bakes the livestock

grazing on the coastline.

My skin is warm,

beginning to burn -

aching for the touch

of the cool water below.

At least,

this is what I tell myself,

as I plummet.