When we learn
     That we are
          Somebody
               We become
                    Cut off from
                         Everything
                              Other than
                                   What we are
                                         ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥
                                    But one day
                              At the end
                         We will be
                     Nobody
                That is when
          We become
     Everything
Everyone

What's the nature
of our heartland?
can we touch it?
do we understand?

What's its colour
its shape and terrain
green as the field
or drought-driven?

What tone does it speak in
is it harsh, gentle or plain?
does it hide its secrets?
does it labour in pain?

What should I do
its love and confidence to gain?
a thousand times I've tried
but ended sadly in vain.

Morning breaks, the sky’s still grey
I lay silent as the day slips by
Afraid to move, unwilling I stay

I
  spend
    too
   many
   hours
      in
     my
    own
    head
wondering
whether
      I
  spend
   nearly
     as
  many
     in
   your
  pretty
    little
    head.
           ­                                                                 ­                Jon York   2019