Woke up in the middle of the night,
couldn't get back to sleep,
so I got out of bed.
Made myself some coffee, and with a cigarette,
went outside, I looked up at the half moon,
and a million stars twinkling above my head.
I felt a slight chill, could see my breath,
as the cool night air filled my lungs,
then turned warm as I breathed out.
Nothing but silence, except for the nocturnal,
and as I stood there, I watched as a fog,
began to rise from the ground.
As it grew thicker, like smoke from a fire,
I felt a slight breeze,
gently lift my hair.
Then I heard a sound, almost like humming,
beginning to grow louder,
but as I strained to look, saw nothing there.
Almost like music, then I realized it was more
of a chanting, I heard a rhythm,
like a constant beat of a distant drum.
And as my eyes got used to the dim light,
I saw shapes begin to form,
was I really asleep, or more tired than I thought,was it all a hallucination?
Like ghosts at first, I watched as they became solid,
no longer a part of the fog,
which seemed to lift, then disappear.
I felt scared, should I run,
no, somehow, I can't explain it,
but I knew there was nothing to fear.
I watched as they danced,
I felt the pull,
of the rhythmic beat.
As if it was reaching back into my heritage,
beckoning to my,
native american ancestry.
I wanted to go to them,
to join them,
and as I headed out,
the sun was awakening the dawn,
and like the fog, all had vanished,
I felt sad as I headed back towards my house.
Linda Franzell
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