i am transplanted.
no roots and withered
from one heart to another
and uprooted again.
should i take hold in you
and draw you love in?
should i trust this new ground
for the lifeblood it can give
sending down anchors
or will you reject my intrusion?
so many fallow fields
i have grown into and
been spit out of.
will you also turn finally
or can i grow old in you
and shade you from
the burning noon?
i am transplanted.
