I hear her running at break neck speed
over mountains and cliffs
praying the wind will catch her wings
spread eagle
as flying Africans
no constraints up here
no heavy palmed emotions to hold me
no responsibility to weigh me
no time to track me
no more voices in my inner ear
The wind’s so thick
that I can only hear the music
my breathe humming
syncing with my heartbeat
up here
all concepts and constructs are a myth
among cumulus clouds
I wait with patience