Monday, June 28, 2010

Where do you belong?

Where do you belong?
Surely not here,
tucked in the grasses
beside the road,
ears flickering in the breeze
from the cars flashing by...
But no, they told me, leave her there:
where she is
is where she's supposed to be;
sometimes the Mother will leave
for hours,
but always she returns;
there is a reason she's chosen this place.
So Who, I wonder, has chosen mine,
and when will She return?

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

A touching photo. Also your words.