The cars are meteorites
Streaming forward
They leave streaks in the lane.
I watch, dazed— the colors
They roll slower now—
Through thick silty water
A haze blocking the night above.
Languid, splayed on the riverbed,
Fauna floating round me like
Thin and welcoming hands
Reaching to shield my eyes.
Passersby look onwards,
Fish with their mouths agape.
They inch towards me soundless.

– Cheryl Aguirre