The Wandering Infant

Box turtle, house on his back
Oh to be a box turtle.
Weaver bird, her nest in the trees,
Oh to be a weaver bird.
Bear sleeps in a den through long winter nights,
Oh to be a bear.
Platypus’ burrow has a water front view,
Oh to be a platypus.
Ant created a civil society,
Oh to be an ant.
Earthworm, has such a large home, the whole world’s home,
Oh to be a earthworm.
Lice in the hair, brunette with blond streaks,
Oh to be lice, embedded in hair.
Hermit crab, his home in a shell, with all the sights to see,
Oh to be a hermit crab.

With all that I’ve been through and what’s been left behind;
Over the miles I’ve trekked in soleless shoes,
And saw how others keep, I’ve imagined a place for me,
Not sure what sort of beast I be.

A human child I am told,
A distant memory I recall;
a house, a home, a family,
That seemed so long ago.
Human child, carefree child;
melodies, bed time stories, sweet dreams;
Oh to be a human child.

from a series of poems:  “Tissue Of The Soul” © Charles Rea, 2018

correlating image ‘Carapace’ from series ‘First Thing In The Morning, Last Thing At Night‘