A Dream

Last night I dreamed,

and found myself back in the village.

All the parents were there,

all the ancestors and relatives.

And our children were there,

together with the grandchildren.

We danced at rido hand in hand,

like in the olden years.

We all embraced each other

with tears in our eyes.

We remembered everything from before—

the passions of the past.

And two brothers over there,

now turned into old men,

who hadn’t seen each other for years,

were arguing over their land again.

“It feels like a dream,” I said

quietly to myself—

to have us all together again

in my beautiful village.

Slowly, one by one,

the people faded from my sight,

but still remaining there

were all the fields.

I was glad I woke up here,

yet saddened I was not there—

only in a dream can it be

that we are all together.