I decipher the colors I see
behind my sun-lit eyelids—
orange—
A bridge,
Dawn, haze, lake, trees—
“‘You do not command us’
the Land says”
they must have thought—
the pre-machine people—
They probably did as they paddled canoes or whatever
looking at this.
But I think,
Aren’t we just being creative?
and,
We kinda do.