Dreaming in Africa

I felt light. 

Floating, I filled the space that pulled. 

It was lovely. 

I felt at ease and dreamy and real, 

noticed nothing but the thrill of floating. 

My waking came like the clap and roll of thunder 

across the veldt. 

Suddenly pulled and bewildered 

I was afraid. 

Withdrawn and depressed, 

wrapped in a sleeping bag 

next to an exhausted fire.

I waited for first light.

Nothing seems to last. 

Each different moment brings the new 

As I walk the paths and trails of Africa.

 

Year after year

I leave footprints 

Take memories with me.