From Above
10am
but there are no rules
in the sky,
so everyone gets drunk.
Turbulence: an old man sleeps,
a Mexican reads Mexican poetry
in English,
a baby yells, I’m flying, I’m flying—
how will we be remembered?
First, rivers and roads
separate houses
and countries,
then everything turns
to dirt or water.
Now the ground is a cloud
and the sky is still just the sky.