I’ve never been religious much —
My Faith is in the trees.
The sort of Lord I worship flies among the Bumblebees.
And my idea of Heaven is buried ‘neath Her leaves —
The dirt from which the flowers bloom is all I’ll ever need.
So to my Loves, who walk this Earth, when I should walk no more,
Dig me a Bed and plant me there, and I’ll grow just as before.
I didn’t get out of bed this morning for twenty minutes
Lying in the dark in hopeful ignorance
Then I see my mother in the hall and I’m six years old again —
She has bad news —
I think I live upon a bridge
I’m too afraid to cross.
I’ve set up camp for the time being
(Now so much time’s been lost.)
The water’s too far down to drink
And the fish are out of reach.
Comments
So atmospheric, and the rhymes are so well done! The capitalization and diction also make it seem very Shakespearean. Nice job!
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