Fitting In

 

 

Sweetheart   

we didn’t care how we landed here

we promised

to bury our wounds

into this weary ground

and heal our scars

under this released sun

home would be a happy hammock

swaying in the blissful air

we chirp bedtime stories

that start with

“once upon a time

there was a land of lions…”

to our kids

until they wake up

and see that

“encountering heroes”

is only a dream.

We planned to

clear the landmines

and dance in the meadows

that would grow with the touch

of our salted hands,

then we would sing the pledge of love

to the evergreen rainbows.

But this didn’t last long

when the earth beneath us

started to shrink and shrink

until it got

too small to fit in.

                          Sarwa,  February 2016