crash landing

I have this little capsule
tinted windows and puncture resistant
plastic polymers
for deep space exploration.
Wait, this is valid
this coincides to everyday living
this is Martha Stewart approved.
For in the laptop engine compartment
I will bake a pie.
I will bake a blueberry pie
and now I'll reveal the reason why:
in forty-five years
life within the realm of cornfields
where robin is the springtime harbinger
and a goldfinch appears over fence rails
zipping like a roller coaster
sticking it for the judges, and
the children who clap and play
kick the bucket,
this land where the wafts
link the window sills
and freshly mown lawns
fill evening airs like music
when the racket ends and
the first bottle cap
flies off into bushes
and the chipper wrens in
nitchy nooks sing out
from their filtched string and lint
beds...
no, I've never eaten a blueberry;
they are so blue...
I am loathe to do it.