The Ferris wheel
juts out
over the
icy Sound,
while in the distance,
silver mists
shroud
the Olympics.
On the other side
of our
swaying pod,
the city sprawls
with all its
coffee shops
and parking spots-
its market hum
and stadium.
A pretty penny paid
for some
perspective,
but the view is
too eclectic-
a patchwork of
obscured peaks,
the arcane deep,
and hastily laid
concrete.
It’s too
sundry
for true
comprehension.
We go around
three times-
oohing, awwing,
rising, falling-
incapable
of grasping
the full affinity
between
mountains, oceans,
humans.
So- wide-eyed,
we ride
in our capsule
of confusion.
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