dreams of flight/ 1

if you bought land in the country

i would go

i would learn to make jam

i would become a country woman

& maybe the days would

find the beat of my life

growing out of the ground

smelling like sage or rosemary

i could breathe

maybe the dreams that haunt me

in the city would stay in the city

if i move to the country

maybe in the country

i could hear different

stories in the wind

the trees seem happier there

not netted wired tethered watered by God

watered by God

maybe i could meet the gardener

who grows forest if we lived

in the country by the river

at the foot of the mountains

that held the forest maybe

the dreams that haunt me

in the city made of grit

sirens blood handcuffed men on the news

babies dying no protection no service

want & need need & want a song on

repeat maybe those dreams would

stay in the city

or not be able to recognize me

tall in the dawn light

walking down the mountain from

the gardener’s house with wildflowers

in my arms barefoot smiling

if you bought land in the country

i would go with you

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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