Google Maps

Flying from Lincoln

To Denver

To Phoenix

To Portland

I sat in a window seat

And watched the world go by

It looks nothing like Google maps.

I watched farm land

Rise to mountains

That fell into desert that bled

Into grey rainy weather

But I never saw a bright red line that indicated a state line

Or a small black one to show a county

Or a dotted line for a new time zone

No,

I watched rivers snake across the land,

I watched straighter roads do the same

 At times I could see the vehicles

 Rush with the tide

But instead of division lines

I connected every city

Every town

Every farm house

With the roads that cut across the surface of this country

It would take time,

 But I could walk out my door and see anyone

I found it interesting how easy we are all connected with the things we make

 Roads

 Phones

 Airplane Seats

Yet, the person next to me has nothing to say

 Earbuds are in the way

From 40000 feet

This life doesn't look anything like

Google Maps.