Look - there is my heart caught on the roots of an ash
my lungs swirling around wet stones
my insides kissed by the branches of willow
I cry all the way home.
'Did you go far?'
'Not far', I say, and pick up my bags.
Why so shy @riverflows, that is one great poem!
I'm pretty proud of it. I literally experienced that moment, and as I walked back all the words were swimming in my head - I had to rush upstairs and jot down as much as I could, and then wrote it on the plane back to Australia, sobbing my heart out.