I am a little lost
Floating
Free falling
Without an anchor
To keep me grounded.
The soil here is harsh
Unwelcoming
And half the things
I love
Do not grow.
Unable to
Calm me
Comfort me
And remind me of home.
Cuttings from Grandma’s
Lilac tree
And pussy willows
And the moonflowers
That spoke the secret language
Between us.
