Traveling to the Regionals in pre-dawn darkness
I started noticing multitudes of flashing blue lights
in arrhythmic bursts, sparkles. flickers
everywhere in front of us
and thought…“terrible accident” or maybe “aliens”
I asked others on the school bus, but no one knew
We all watched the blue mesmerizing flashes
Eventually, one by one they whipped past and behind us
but they were not emergency vehicles
It dawned on me, they had to be the
circular irrigators, absolutely all of them in the area,
energetically expressing themselves
with color and with invisible liquid
Later in the day we had sixty-mile an hour winds
ah… the farmers had pre-watered the fields so
the precious dirt wouldn’t move to Nebraska