Dancing in the African Veldt by Firelight

You conjour music where there is none.
It seems a small thing, something you have done
since you were a child. Day dreams
with muscle, with reality, bones and all the trappings
of life, so real, something more than dreams,
that you hear the music in a place too deep
to name.

You are, I am told, supposed to outgrow
that kind of imagination, the creation of a world
as real as real, so much more than a dream
that some days you wonder which is real
and which is not and wondering what would happen
if they both are real.

And so if you see me, staring into space
with a smile on my face, swaying you will know
that for this moment at least. I am not there with you,
but dancing in the African veldt by firelight.

About this poem

About imagiantion. Love. Travel. Not quite growing up. Poetry is never about one thing.

The instrument is a traditional Western Africa instrument.

Tom