All poems copyright Donna Carol Koffman 2003-2011.
Someone is Home
Yes ,
There is someone here
If you knock
I may not answer
I am not sure how
But know that
I am here
and you just need
to let yourself in
and if you do
maybe next time
I will answer
and continue to answer
once I learn how
because I am definitely here
Yes
His Space
Out of the grassy woods
catch a glimpse of nimble hands
each grasping one leaf
as if it were a treasure.
The wind like delicate fingers
rustles his soft hair.
He is not bothered by
the searing sun.
His enchanting little face
peers into the sky,
knowing what he knows
feeling what he feels
keeping it a secret.