Landscape: favored subject
for some painters, object
of displaced desire as if it could

replace clipped cords of home
with the wishful thinking of grand
vistas, complementary colors.

Real places resist such two-
dimensional affection. Earth
asks for a deeper love,

the respect, attention, obedience
a matriarch deserves. I hear her
in the singing of birds as I walk

past heavy resting machines
whose power to strip earth’s
surface threatens this landscape.