flying over red dirt

there is this...pattern
marked across the land

thick winding paths which break into
many thin paths which break into
more and thinner paths
again and again
seemingly infinitesimal
until all i can see are dots

tracks of shrubs winding and coiling
like a thick snake
like ghostly fingers
like a long gecko with one thousand legs
and a million toes

I look across the land and it looks alive
like skin, like a nervous system
like veins pumping blood
shuddering breaths like lungs