Limbo

I’ve forgotten what it’s like

to feel the sun upon my face

to smell the earth after a storm

to hear the crickets singing 

underneath a crescent moon…

I’ve forgotten what it is to eat

a meal in my own home,

to not be always on the run

to not feel so alone.

Be careful what you wish for

or it may come to be…

I never, ever wished for this,

it’s nothing I'd conceive.

Time grows ever shorter

in our road from here to there,

it’s hard to reconstruct our lives

when this world’s in disrepair.

We wallow in some limbo

and have more than paid our dues

this never-ending road we’re on

is tiring, in truth.

Don’t know where we’re going to land

—or if we’ll land alone,

so I hold you in this moment

and pray you'll soon be home.

© Ginny Brannan 2019