A statue in a bog

No longer am I rooted like a tree

I’m like a statue standing in a bog

Of all secure connections I am free

My only soulmate is a little frog

The wind may blow me over then you’ll see.

I’ll sink into the earth like ancient logs.

I’m well acquainted with adversity.

Lost in this wet earth, my grave is dug

Eaten up by worms and myriad bugs

But not tossed out and eaten by the dogs

I dwell inside this heart still ruled by love

Abandoned by dear friends and family

An unenscripted gravestone floats to sea.