Sometimes i feel like drifting far away,
running over the savahannas or riding horseback through the valleys and streams,
walking up a mountain in the pakarimas and peering down,
trying to feel the power of invincibility.
I would eat roast meat along a narrow trail or sleep in a hammock tied above the forest floor,
to hear the rain drops hit the leaves and watch as it trickles off with an uncaring ease,
in the freezing hours before daylight, i look out upon the vast open plains,
believing that there is nowhere else i'd rather be.
Today, i crossed a creek; slipped and fell but i must go on,
as another adventure is always on the next horizon,
i feel the heat and a cold wind blow, yes i must be approaching Kato,
an aircraft is buzzing overhead and the caked dust demands some water to quench my thirst,
around the bend i hear a stir, its a deer; could it be food for another week?
I'm startled again by a sudden buzz and jolted into reality,
Someone's on the telephone for you sir,
sorry to disturb you from your sleep!
(The Guyana Guardian)
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