Satellite

The Google view was
illusory,
circumfluent voyeur,
able to make a close study
of the arena,
in all its phases,
go deep into the subconscious,
follow the chipmunk
into his hollow tie,
spying on me
as I pace the boundary;
this singular plot;
my length of planetarium,
witnessing
from such a ghostly ark—
my countenance,
my groves
and contour lines,
azimuth,
fixed upon this transplant
surrounded by the
contingency of
marigolds and songbirds.