Passing of a Dam

Passing impatiently through the rolling hills that,
With grazing keepers, endlessly float in green.
Bubbles in the sky and bullets that shower.
A coiled snake that lurks in thunder and
Lightning, its bite as a fallen tree.
Stripped of power – is this Earth intact?
Above the ditches, I gazed over canopies,
Covered in dreams and sly nightmares,
Red lights between brown trunks,
So I wonder.
In a boggy slumber I sleep as a secret.
With no promise of safety the vessel plunges forward
And I, as the passenger, long for land.