The Line

Sitting between the stone faces

feeling the monotonous time

losing my soul

sitting in line

Where is the wonder

when did life lose its zest

finding new ideas

this is a difficult test

Getting out of line

kicking my dusty boots

trying to fashion a smile

the stone statues are in cahoots

With the speed of a toy

feet moving in several directions

which way to go

needing a connection

Out through the doors

there is a garden

beckoning me to come

a new life has started

Watching things grow

basking in the light

birds singing while I am painting

each day a delight

The stone statues call

tuning them out

new adventures before me

life without doubt

copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce


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