I Dreamed I Was Running

 

I dreamed I was running from the trees. 

Trees were chasing me, dancing in the wind.

Shining leaves and lovely seeds flying after me.

I ran into a house.

The house was made of trees.

I sat down, puffing, on a chair.

The chair was made of trees.

The eyes of my ancestors followed me,

from old photos and paintings on the wall.

I looked at a newspaper for guidance.

The newspaper was made of trees.

I ran outside, thinking of my ancestor’s eyes.

I was suddenly surrounded by trees.

I called out to my mother and father.

I called out to my grandmothers and grandfathers.

And to my great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers for help.

They called out to their parents for a suggestion.

They in turn called out to their parents for wisdom.

I stopped running.

I had turned into a tree.