The little koala bear peers out at me
From the plastic crate, with uncertainty
And I don’t know if I should indulge myself
To talk to it, and give it love
My heart at once fills up
Like a big balloon and my
Green eyes get red
Like I’m praying for the dead
The microphone in the windowsill
All alone, looks as though it
Suffered much to be unplugged
And now despairs that it never knew love
My heart at once fills up
Like a big balloon and my
Ears start to burn
From the silence in the room
Lunch consumed – what remains:
A coffee cup and a kitchen plate
The lamp, the shoes, the pen parade
Increase this crowd my mind has made
No thing here speaks the frown
Or doubting face I’ve pasted on
Its molded shape, its still facade –
It’s just me here and maybe God
The garden gnome looks right at home
Rosy cheeked, content to be alone in a
Little space, a shrubby maze
Amid the green – shouldn’t that be me?
And the upright stance of the courtyard spruce
Alerts the world to its innate use
It beautifies so peacefully, and I have stooped
To envying a tree
My heart at once fills up
Like a big balloon and my
Ears start to burn
From the silence in the room
My heart at once fills up
Like a big balloon and my
Green eyes get red
As I’m praying the unsaid –
Copyright 2010, 2015 Rachel Zylstra