I rake dried grass
place it around flowers,
free mulch
and I am detached.
Seasons end,
flowers die
and I
feel alone
in this alien world.
A tug inside pulls me
home
and I think
not one person
among us knows
how to love.
We scurry like
roaches in light
hiding
from creatures
bigger than
ourselves.
We clang like
shutters in
hurricanes
unable to speak
what our spirits
know
as zoo animals
we are bound
in the cages
we are born to.
Wow my friend, that comes from a deep place but oh, so very true. Your words have touched me so much. Thanks for sharing x
Buttercup,
You are so kind to say these things. Yesterday, I was in the “place” from which this poem was born.
I’m speechless again.
Sumedh,
How can I thank you for your kind words, your spirit, yet again? Thank you for just knowing.
at least our spirits know it 🙂