For i’m the Earth

I was born where you were born, so tell me why we kneel differently.

The ground remembers no rulers. It does not count votes, yet it is made to obey those few who speak as if they are many.

You call it order. I call it sleep interrupted.

If the majority must be named, look downward. The dust carries us all, and still it does not choose.

I am told where I may rest. The earth says nothing.

Between the two voices, I listen.