his hair

was a fractal of the whole universe.
never-ending depths,
twigs and birds,
the smallest yellow flowers.

overgrown cemeteries
rolling canola fields
sun-baked canyons and
snow-capped mountains

luscious vines that flirt with quetzal tails
pillowy mountain moss with the moistest underbelly,
wind-rippled waves on sand dunes and
shadows of clouds moving across tea estates in ooty

all explorable with my fingertips.