Some Good

  
  I could not be there when I was there,
  So I missed the color green.
  I planned my garden for homes I didn’t own,
  And trips to places I hadn’t been.

  I slept in tents of trees and greenery,
  And traveled in my land,
  While sleeping in a compound,
  Under tents which matched the sand.

  And when I could home travel,
  To take the trips I had so made,
  I slept under tree-top canopy,
  But it felt like I had stayed.

  I could not be there when I was there,
  Which meant that I could never leave.
  So it took longer than I would have liked,
  To remember how to breathe.

  I pay the forest back the loan,
  It gave me while I dreamed.
  I’ll dig and bury down the past,
  And cover it with seed.

  I could not be there when I was there.
  So it will be there when I’m gone.
  And hopefully the wind will
  Play my son comforting songs.



posted by user-inactivated: 1135 days ago