Standing There
You always worry,
Watching as the car drives off,
Planting prayers like long green grass,
Hands clasped together as the sun shines–
Uncertainty sits at the table, asking
For tea and sandwiches;
You stare out the window while he prattles on…
We know you love us,
Long for us to be happy,
And we are happy,
To have your heart–
a trembling aspen–
So full of our bijoux
That it bangs against your ribcage,
Those facets you crafted so dutifully–
A wren flying into the fading dawn;
A rabbit rushing to feel the forest’s shelter;
The long reeds that beam a ruddy
Yellow against the fresh snow–
Don’t worry. We’ll be home soon.
