BODY LANGUAGE

 

I sit with my back to the noise

To avoid the invasion

On our dusty dirt road

I sit with my back to you

And look out at the swamp

Beyond the fence

I am sitting close to my

Flamingo garden and greenhouse

Because plants are silent and yet

They give us so much

Whereas you are shouting and

Taking taking taking and

Talking talking talking

The silence tells me that

Lack of rain for months

And water shortages 

Show the dirt

On my darling pink flamingos

Like me

They are confused by

Weather and new noisy neighbors

Shabby like me

In comparison to the

New homes and shiny young adults and children

Out with the old and

In with the new

But as long as my swamp

Remains the same

I will feel confident and serene

That life suddenly tweaked

But still remains beautiful

In the many shades of green

I can't spend my days though

Sitting like this silently

But just for this afternoon

With the wind and the green and

Loving plants waving in the breeze

I will stay

Turned away

From you… 

 

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Flamingo Garden Body Language