Lost like me
Do you feel lost
like I feel lost?
Because everything you were told
about life has turned out to be a lie?
And here you sit, back against the bark
of the maple tree whose name you do not know
in the front yard of a house that you call yours
but really isn’t?
What shall we do with this betrayal--
the food that once nurtured us
now the food that is killing us?
In my heart I wish to hear the voice
of this tree, crabgrass, soil, stone.
My body lost her way on asphalt paths
lined by empty plastic bags.
But who am I to find my way?
Who are we to journey deep
into darkness where everything sings,
where dragons still breathe fire
to warm the hearth of our truest home?
There is no belonging here
afloat in the ocean of untruth.
It is only a pretend map we forgot
was a game we started long ago.