I don’t dream anymore
But if I did
I would travel back in time
Back to my country
My state
My town
My city
I’d travel back even if no one went with me
Imagine that I would hear the beating of drums before reaching to coast
Only to find out it’s the ancestral heart beat that united to keep us close
My state
My town
My city
Everyone has a mule and acres of land
Everyone in the city travels in and out of reality
In my imagined city
I can always dream
Can I join you in your imagined city and listen to the ancestral heart beat….? Wonderful piece of writing
Thank you for sharing this with us 🌞
Thank you & yes.
No telling what adventures traveling writers will enjoy😊
The gentle wistfulness of this poem is simply heart-wrenching. What a beautiful dream to have. You words are deft, perfectly paced and compelling. Thank you.
You’re welcome.
Thank you for your time and thoughtful comments 😊