Five years have passed

The house that was empty now full to bursting

Now we prepare to leave

But what was simple in the past is no longer

This piece was written at the end of a very long and frustrating day. It is dedicated to the owners and staff of my refuge – Enchanted Grounds – in Colorado.

 

Tension and frustration war with each other

Demanding attention though little remains

Head spinning from one to the other, unable to stop

unable to focus enough on either to find solutions

They came by stealth

Any tine of the day, till full dark

But never head high

Always low, near the ground.

He is young and small,

surrounded by youth much taller

and mostly older,

feeling invisible.

He was trying to make a chess piece.

It was his way of challenging himself

Of fitting in with the others busy making things