Home Coming
Just how bad was it child?
That time you almost drowned,
that time no one showed up for you,
while you were going down?
Because I love you so, I won’t add to your burden,
I want to hear your song of sorrow,
I promise it will be worth it.
There’s a special place where you can sing your songs,
in the sweet lands of home.
I had been so far out on my travels,
in outworn shoes,
on a path of sun baked soil
which disappears only to reappear
somewhere beyond the curve.
When every blade of grass
turned technicolor and I was acutely
aware we are breathing each other.
In a womb of uncertainty.
On an old country road.
Bumblebee’s carry
pieces of my heart away
with the breezes,
out into a meadow;
to be wild, open and free.
Not constricted, for home was nowhere
yet everywhere within me, and I ask:
Just how bad was it child?
That nobody showed up for you.
I am so glad you are home.