dreams of flight/ 3

here is quiet


like between breaths

like after a storm

if you strain you can smell

the freshness of this place

green ever growing ever new

renewing itself perpetual & foreverness

permeates here

i have flown away

looking down on it all

it seems endless

the wanting & needing

the struggle & waging battle

the march

the drums

the want

the need


here time moves slower

languid smooth fluid still peace

if i would let it live

it would grow like ivy

up the walls of my life

insulating me from

the things that wait

here is a moment

the battle is protracted

all hands on deck

each one to the task

here is only a moment

the want & need are perpetual

some where a clock is turning

pulling me away from here

but here is

like between breaths

i have flown away

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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