Homesick

Welling sadness
Incredible sadness
Skirting along the edge
Of tears and loneliness

Somehow the joy and delight
Conjured up by your words
And the vision
Of walking barefoot and
Climbing trees with gratitude

Touches something dark and unknown
An overwhelming grief
I have yet to make friends with
Or even ask it's name

Where am I?


[08 March 09]