NaPoWriMo Day 20 and today’s poem is called The Garden
The Garden
Today I saw children playing
in the garden, the one I see
as my train pulls into the station;
the one that looks empty
but not quite abandoned;
that tantalises me, draws me in
with suggestions that someone
might live there – a piece of furniture
or a broken toy, fragments of other
people’s lives that I know nothing of.
I saw no adults, just three small children
running happily through unkempt grass,
jigsaw pieces in a larger puzzle,
and I wondered again who lived there.
We see so much these days with
mass communication, electronic windows
into the lives of people we think we know.
We forget in reality there are many
in our own neighbourhoods that exist
without our knowledge or consent
and we without theirs.
