The Africa Of My Dream

Courtesy of Pixabay

I feel the deep-rooted message
of endangerment - we are all
on the cusp of the endangered
species list

 caged or UN-caged we dream of
true freedom, there is an enraged
roar for voices to be heard
claws scratching the surface of
social and environmental change

 giant paws pacing on a dying land
once filled with deep wells
quenching all who are thirsty
now, one wonders how many
miles must be traveled for
a sacred sip of shared water

traveling the labyrinth of a dream
I find myself in an airport terminal
rushing around searching for the
coveted gateway, where am I going
how long will I be gone

I am pulling a blue suitcase
the color of the sky on a cloudless day

making my way to gate seven
  the ticket attendant informs me
the plane door has been secured
desperately, running down the ramp
defying the boundaries set before me
I push my way through the closed door

The air is suddenly thick
it is extremely hot, I try
to focus on my surroundings
I am no longer at the airport
hauling a blue suitcase

I am in the Africa of my dream 

there is a green jeep in a wide,
boundless vista
I slide behind the big wheel
my heart pounds wildly
a white lion jumps boldly
on the hood facing forward
into the vast savanna, there
are giraffes and elephants
in the distance

somewhere a shaman drums

 there is a slow roar as the
engine starts, gripping the wheel
ready to embark on a journey
of healing & unknown wonders
with a mystical lion as my guide

discovering the mysteries of the heartland

written for earthweal

weekly challenge - Wild Africa
hosted by Sherry

This is based on an actual dream

Wishing you all safe travels in the places of your heart