Poetry Journal for Wandering Feet

Settling in

All that was familiar was touched new as the long winding roads took me home

I looked here and there as we drove through old places we used to go

But this was my favorite as we drove up your country dirt road, the grass covered in dew, macnuts trees and bananas too

A home, you had built with your rough bare hands, you had tilled the land, no longer rough and black

There, a house built by you, it was beautiful too

With its white shutters and gable roof, I always believed in you
You who could achieve everything you put your mind to, yeah, there was no stopping you

There we were in this house, it looked like me, it looked like you.
It was like You built a haven for just us two

The days did not pass as I expected

Long periods of silence, not sure what to say, not sure how to act, we passed the days quiet while stealing glances, reminded of the past

The youthful gleam in your eye was gone, the hard life you live left its mark, when I embarked and you stayed, you remained in the turmoil of abandonment and was filled with all its disarray

I wanted to ask how you did it, how you built up your life, but I had so much guilt, so much inner striff, I could barely open my mouth to say yes or no

I think you didnt expect me to come back, it was the feeling I had, watching you across the room, when you thought I hadn't looked back.

Perhaps time was kinder to me, despite how much i wanted to be back with you, life is harder when you dont have the knack of conversation, but you always knew life revolved around fighting back.
So each day you've made it through, attacking obsticales till no more were thrown at you.

Tired dark eyes, tinged green, keep glancing my way. Lines framed your face, and white speckles in your hair, your strong rough hands bore the brunt of all these years in the hardest of lands.