The Cattle of the Moon

Dreams don’t come with narratives.
We add stories later, when
We’re trying to remember.

There is nothing humans do
Someone will not do too much,
Including storytelling,

Including even dreaming,
Even sleeping to get more
Dreams for interpretation.

Dreams low, herds of emotions
Clustering in the darkness,
Afraid of wolves and lions,

And we wake in a stampede,
Trying to shout narration
To the fading rumps of ghosts.

We check ourselves for hoof prints.
Then we begin explaining—
The moon had sacred cows, and . . .