Are you picturing distance?

Are you picturing distance,
perhaps some other hills,
and the hint of water there?
This is what I thought.

This landscape is
photons, vibrations,
the inhalable molecules
of life on the air.

This landscape is
brochures and other ephemera
your mother received from
chambers of commerce.

This landscape is
the 'grey' and the 'white'
I have written on a plain
sheet of white paper.

This landscape grows
more distinct now, rolling
over the hills of the
thing in your skull.

Are you picturing distance,
perhaps some other hills,
and the hint of water there?
This is what I thought.