As I Search For My Dreams Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

I, too,
search for my dreams
without guidance
of a dreamer
I travel around the moon
among the stars
(how they twinkle to see me)
float on the clouds
just to watch the blue skies
and then…
I return here
sipping camomile tea
on the deck of a cruise ship
look around every port
on the islands
even talk to deck- hands
returning from the wharf
on a stop- over in Guyana
(I remember I was born there)
even write an email
to the Chancellor of UG
about stalking at night
on the long haul to Turkeyen
and then…
in a quiet moment
I begin to hear a drum
tassa sound in a ritual
and I see cutlass and cane
and a man in soot
with indentureship
like a halo around him
only Demerara rum
to appease him
as I search for my dreams.