Face tingling I open the gate.
Stoned Granite stumbles onto the grass.
The virtues of gardening are spoken.
The dog takes a big shit, finally.
Devious influence, ‘you shoulds.’
Granite attempts play but wobbles over.
The phone rings, ‘its my ex-wife,’ don’t answer!
Kind ‘hellos’ boil over in minutes.
The dome is set, impenetrable.
“Load up Granite’, we drive away.
Brother, I love you, you matter to me!
Xavier Rudd sings Home, and we cry.
‘I recognize my health [3 bars]
Things that I have been dealt [3 bars]
Places that I have roamed, Feelings I’ve had. Things that I know. [1 bar]
Home…’
