I sit in a corner
with a sideways glance at the world
all the dishes laid out
What would it have been like to have been brought up in a town?
As I look at my berry stained
fingers, nails and left palm.
Talk picking amongst nettles and thigh pricking thorns.
Men - magicians - are like the pine tree
they topple in storms
women are bramble - who can destroy bramble?
Where do we end and begin?
To sit and talk over a lunch table
To feel part of something
Not just other people's lives
The large reddening apple
that smells so sweet
fills my nose more than the others.
The rabbit runs runs after resting
Cats acting surprised run briefly
then sit and blink.
especially for Daniel & Amanda