Road Trip

I’d rather see cloud shadows
than shadow maps
corn fields give my mind space
to notice
the green of every leaf backed by silver in the light.

The car moves
the river flows
it’s a good lesson

despite reaping sowing traffic and traumas
the river flows without wondering
where the ocean is

a million little ripples make the stream
like a million corn stalks make the field
Be Be Be
whispering
Be Be Be