A Stony Place To Sing

Eyes in a half-opened gaze Catching their breath after hacking up sea water Reflections of the sun bouncing as they bob 'To sing' clearly defined next to my name I embodied melodic movements and spoke in song I hypnotized people with my garden of a heart Each vine enveloping them in rhythmic laughter Eventually you trapped me in this stony place Moss hiding secrets of truth and misperceptions I slip every time my pruney soles try to climb out As my body skids, I can hear the garden's song It's song sends me back to before I was conscious Maybe that little girl is still here I know my family still holds onto her memory She teases them through a song, a joke, a story And they become convinced she has returned Picking warm cherry tomatoes, saving dying worms Performing monologues without an audience For a moment, I am in the heart of the garden Eventually, it begins to drizzle and I slip I trip over the vines that once carried me And, once again, I am washed back to the stony place