From Above

I see a whirl pool,
a white pool,
a swirl of chaos,
formed perfectly beneath me and uniformly ununiform,
water teaming and collecting,
Congregating and conversing,
Mutating through naked women and sleeping bairns,
Mountain peaks which rise above the sea,
Valleys carved across land and water,
A serene screen pulling itself gently shut above a nation of unfathomable shapes,
Undesignable and unplanned,
Instances of uniqueness occurring over and over before my eyes,
The white pool become white sea become cotton,
Inconsequential and fundamental,
A fantasy become reality as I descend through and back to life.