Broadway and Houston
I had a dream of the future,
very strange and marvelous
500 years or so from now.
A wide road of hard tarmac
A sign saying Broadway
Vehicles that move like beasts on their own
Buildings larger than cathedrals, bound together with noise and color
A woman, looking like me, but dark brown and barefoot
and probably sick with tufts of hair in knots on her head
The other people were wearing strange garments,
but she wore a yoked robe hemmed in broad strokes
like I would have worn doing church duty as a child.
She had two fingers pinched in a circle to the sun
She stared through the hole
held by a voice in her head.
The other people rushed around her in many urgencies.
She never moved.
Time moved around her.