I come like a seed-star
to this place
where I have no thought
and my feet are bound.
I want to know
where I live--
where my ancient
people ask me to settle.
I see an old neighborhood
with no street signs;
an elusive community
of two hailing my arrival,
and then leaving me.
I wonder if my new legs
can carry me
to the overlooking hills,
or do I wait for the years
when understanding grows?
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
I come like a seed-star
to this place
where I have no thought
and my feet are bound.
I want to know
where I live--
where my ancient
people ask me to settle.
I see an old neighborhood
with no street signs;
an elusive community
of two hailing my arrival,
and then leaving me.
I wonder if my new legs
can carry me
to the overlooking hills,
or do I wait for the years
when understanding grows?
We are born into a world we do not understand, are nurtured until our parents leave us, and then left alone to look for our own reason for being.
