from the sky

from the sky
your house is
a speck.
a mere
puddle
of brick
and wood
stacked
neatly beside
other homes.
there is
a tangle of
grass and
weeds.
a bush that
has a name
you'll
never know.
a roof,
a chimney.
a single chair
in the stamp
of yard
where you read.
people come
and go.
some stay longer
than others.
from the sky
everything
looks
fine.