Dreamland

Second of three poems written about my trip to Iceland. This one was written in the East Fjords about the hydro electric dam there.

I wake up
stumble out of the van
take a bleary eyed look around

A giant concrete wall
thrusts from the gorge
dumping all its hate on mother nature

Soil turned black as death
water now brown and sickly
flat-lining with every turbine revolution

The clouds look angry, lonely,
vengeful for the ground
they once kissed passionately with rain

Then I realize
I've yet to wake.
This is just a nightmare