Just Renting

No vacancy signs

prohibited living

except in a certain plot,

only meant for farmers

even though I had never plowed or sown

a single furrow of any soil.

 

So I work the earth as I was told,

though didn’t enjoy the labor,

knew my lease would expire

like everyone else,

yet new knew exactly when.

 

Oh we all sweated and toiled

grew what someone else

gave us for seeds,

to busy working

that we never enjoy the beauty.

 

Somewhere during the harvest

the taste of fruit

finally reached the heart,

then learned to savor

whatever come from the ground,

just before winter came

and my rental agreement ended.