Dreams of Falling

This week’s poem inspired by a dream, memories of Tanzania, and the knowledge that there are things we can not control.

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Dreams of Falling

 

But what of falling

Backwards? Passenger seat of a car,

Driver who will not listen, laughing

Foot-slipping pedals.

Crashing backwards through thorny undergrowth,

Over the edge,

Moment when you realize,

Seat-belt’s embrace as 

You fall backwards.

A long, long way down.

 

Falling, falling backwards,

Mto-wa-Mbu damp rift wall

Flashes past in green and grey.

Neck twisted to see dusty,

Scattered bush below.

 

Trees rush upwards,

Hungry eyes are on us,

Tree-climbing lions watching,

Watching in yellow-eyed fascination

As we fall

Down, down.

 

And then I remember no more.

 

 

Nyborg 2017

5 thoughts on “Dreams of Falling

  1. For years I was addicted to falling dreams. According to Wikipedia: The name Mto wa Mbu means “River of Mosquitoes”!

    • That’s right, Mto wa Mbu is the River of Mosquito in Swahili. I’m touched by your level of commitment to understanding my poems! Thank you!

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