The Drums

Last night,

I dreamt of ancestral drums.

The sound was so loud and real

that in my sleep I got up and walked out the door.

"I'm coming," I told the ancestors, but I guess

I never made it.

...Well, let me tell you,

I heard the drums again last night.

I felt the spirit inside me

move to the steady rhythm.

I want to go home;

to go with the drums.

The ancestors want to show me something;

I am almost ready to see.