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.