I see with light that is shoved
on trays beneath my eyelids
Yellow kernels of hominy
Their fuzzy skins

I must be awake
A wake is the tower of dirt
behind a herd
of grazing animals

Consider those long, sweeping
Planet Earth shots
above our traffic. People
undulating toward places

they don’t want to go. Like
gazelles nearing water
They can’t get us all
if we all go at once