Hole In The Hedgerow

There’s an aura in the place,

I know because I’m the one that put it there.

The aura is love,

I like to think you’ll feel it if you walk through it.

Few people know the exact spot they were born,

I’m one of the few who does,

And I return to the spot often.

To look at my palms for a bit.

Think about my life before I was born,

Think about how then my hands grew right before my eyes.

How the back of my hand is this new map of wrinkles and scars,

That I don’t know all that well.

I got tired of saying goodbyes,

So I came back to the place I was born,

Decided I’d be a shipard of some trees,

Thought I’d watch them grow.

I got a little older,

The trees got a little wider.

Some things never change,

Those things didn’t,

And the things that do,

Did.