‘Where are we?’
‘Somewhere in western Kansas.’
‘Better call them and let them know’
Incessant blinking lights
fill the dark night sky.
The once vast prairie
with blinking lights of cell phone towers
and enormous wind turbines.
And I read lights
from the oil fields of North Dakota,
it can be seen from space-
catching the eye
of even an indifferent god.
‘We need to stop for gas-
do you want anything?’
Yes, I want to look across the empty open prairie and drink from clean rivers and breathe pure air and see native animals and wild fish and walk in a forest and …
‘No, I’m good – thanks – better check the oil too’
Reality and dreams.. I would like to see the Milky Way – stars up polluted by lights. Maybe i have to move to La Palma… loved this conversation