Alive
When you’re gifted with a new place to wake,
when you’ve been plucked up and set down
in a new nest to sleep,
nothing is the same.
You eat at a different table,
you sit in a chair that has not held you before.
The trees in your garden
don’t know you yet.
Your ears open to unknown songbirds.
Under a new patch of sky,
you are alive!
©Susa Silvermarie 2023
