Dreaming of North Korea

by David McCann

Hours, it seemed, motorcycle
riding through Korea’s countryside,
first time I ever spoke
Korean in a dream.
“Going South.  Know how to reach Seoul?”
Rural mob close.  I was north.

It never occurred to me
in a dream to imagine
on a motorcycle making my way
through the North, my Kyôngsang
dialect would be off-putting.
What did they do when I vanished?