Dreamtime

Dreamtime

Surrounded by black water, the wave has carried me away
Suddenly I smell the familiar scent of mango trees
I hear the night calling its familiar tune of crickets
Home, take me home.
But I am sitting, wafting like a piece of driftwood, in the great, unending, black sea
“Sleep, my child, sleep” whispers the silent rolling and rocking of the sea
Shapes, silver-gray, whisk on by me
Mama? Papa? Are you there, somewhere in this blackness?
Darkness