The Cloud Draped

​The cloud cover draped upon
The ridge of hills. There was 
Fog upon the streets, from a
Transformer a persistent buzz,

Everything was one, a praying
Mantis in a speckled skin, 
The morning damp scent, the flag,
The plinking of a mandolin.

You feel joy or longing, you see
A sapphire stone beneath a throne,
You see all that water from a single 
Well, you hear one undertone,

One baobab tree along the road,
One sun, if the root would be
Untwined, it would spread into fractal
Multitude, spraying debris.