If You're Looking Down On Something, You're Probably About To Fall Off Your High Horse

Disembarking from the plane
I look around
for the bus
to shuttle us
to the main terminal

but
of course,
we're already there,

this is it

the city presents itself
with no sparkling pretensions,
mosaics
or mirrored walls
to reflect
my face

beneath it's thick layer
of make up

burning under the sun.