OUR HEART AND OUR HOME

A turtle’s home is on its back,
with no room for a coffee pot or phone,

all alone in its shell, it ambles about
facing life without postal address,

unlike humans who hold on to so much,
weighed down by the things we possess,
we long to find more with much less,

we know in our hearts where that is,

with the people we depend on
through thick and through thin,
the people we laugh with,
the people we cry with,

the ones who stay close
wherever we roam,
no matter how far we go,
they will forever be part of
our heart and our home.

INSIDE THE GATE

You’re safe inside this space,
safe to talk of who you are,
where you’ve been,
and what you’ve learned
of life beyond the gate,

safe to cry, to sigh,
to tell a tale of love and lies,
of truth and daring days gone by,
or maybe tales of what might be
if dreams could just come true,

We’ll sip our tea and wish this wish:

for days like this to last and last,
for friendship true to never pass,
and garden gates to keep us safe,
at least this day,

and that’s enough
for now.