DREAMS AFRAID TO FLY
by Gerry Sikazwe
We are products of a thought the thinker’s own
We are pottery from an idea the potter’s
But why don’t we ideas supreme birth?
Likeness, it is said, begets likeness
But why do we lack hope
We whose existence is the glittering evidence of hope
Faith that is a dream constructed from dust might roam the earth crawl, stand, walk and run the earth
Yet now that we are here we fear to attempt flying that it is impossible
But is not impossible a typed phrase a misspelling of “I can”?
And must we stay deceived
That our wings are merely blade-shaped settlings of dust
And soon as we flap them as if built of air to nothingness they’ll disappear?
We are dreams realized ideas enlivened with purpose to voyage across the African sky and beyond
Exploiting abysmal heights of worlds above
Mounting flags of our unstoppability
With bravery of savage bush fire And stubbornness of heartless sea storms.