I install Google Earth
—it takes some time—
behold! the Planet.
Where I live.
I touch the cursor
swim downwards
—or perhaps I fall—
towards Australia
and the very house
the husband bought
with my blessing
on a no fault bonus.
Looks quite leafy
huddled in trees
close to the shops
and the station.
But strangely murky
as I juggle to view it
from street level
—that’s a new function—
due out soon. People
with cameras are even
now! driving your street
filming your letterbox.
It’s not real time
—the mistake I made—
they are shooting us from
the past into the future.