Landscapes

Can you see the hidden landscapes,
in the corners, in the fields,
towers of grain and ten-headed thistles
visited by heavy bumblebees?
Stalactite cities suspended in space
The great rivers that run down the sides of
red clay roads in the evening I'll find you
a sunset halo, or perhaps, together on a train bridge
We'll catch a glimpse of a far off home
(castle in clouds)
Tide pool cliffs, each puddle is a regular metropolis
or vast desert.
Each field teems with hoppers, tiny wings,
and six-legged crawlers
Packed in earth, worms live out their
sensuous existence
Each leaf, each tree textured, infinitely shaped,
and veined.
And in every fleck of peeling paint,
contrasting colors make collaged display,
A diving board, a hidden world,
A place for imaginitive dust mites to play.