In the soil, deep down in flowered pots
Before the small pebbles and compost rot
The shredded papers begin their decline.
Digging, digging, digging a hole to plant
New flowers I have chosen to supplant
All those buried and shredded thoughts of mine.
Now I grow something fresh, sounding the same
Finding courage to speak, pushing away shame,
Words that have floated across the sea brine.
How did I become, after all, in spite
Of my efforts to run, run without respite
My songs still singing to me line after line.
Now in this pot new flowers begin growth
While my pen finds my heart still flows
From this place with you I found benign.
Thank you, now walk with me, keep me in view
I do not wish to run, alone in this blue.
For Tanya, Siren, Chuck and Gina