The Weirdo

Would they think “she’s a weirdo”

If I hugged this tree?

It feels my love and will listen to me.

I somehow know I can touch a star,

It’s easy for me, I’ve come so far,

I’ve even talked to an angel;

“Well bugger me!”

I can hear you say condescendingly,

“It’s all in her mind,

She’s a nutter, we think”;

I just smile and give you

A knowing wink.

by Carol