It’s not the silhouette of steel and glass
That breaks the line of sight ‘tween land and sky
It’s not the tallest spire, a gleaming mass
of condos, hotels glitzy, rising high.
It’s not the “Golden Gate” or “Bridge of Sighs”,
Though they are stunning, worthy of applause,
It’s not the Empire State or towers in Dubai,
Though surely they’re constructions without flaw.
It should be simply where the light of dawn
breaks first upon a sparkling, glassy blue,
It could be cloud of fog when sun’s withdrawn,
As fishers trawl, then cast their nets anew.
A skyline’s more like this (in my mind’s eye);
The wondrous merge of earth and sea and sky.