I had that dream where I was falling
the one ubiquitous in us all,
that brief REM engagement
where we can remember holding onto
the branches of ancestral trees –
and letting go, embracing
our subconscious flexing metaphor
for our genetic fractalization.
Even when the Australopithecus
first walked upright, she remembered too.
Remembered the small gibbering, almost-ape
that was the arboreal Soviet gymnast of
four million years ago,
holding tight with toes to that
extension of the earth,
50 feet above the ground
eyeballs flittering under tiny black lids
dreaming the same dream as me.