Clover
( I need to edit this and lose two verses )
Lo Siento – I feel it.
I come from fields of clover
from the north.
From the west of an island
of which we share salt water.
I come from fields of clover,
I bring with me, no language.
and I am dumb
except my clay.
I come from fields of clover
and I am sorry
and I feel it
but I can still see.
I come from fields of clover
and I can see love
and friendship
and I still hear laughter.
I come from fields of clover
of soft damp lime green grass
and your streets are hard
and sometimes dark.
I come from fields of clover
and cold misty mornings
and I am sorry for questioning,
I am just trying to understand.
I come from fields of clover
so it takes me a while
to hear the swallows,
and to smell the sea.
I come from fields of clover
and inside I have passion.
But I see your passion
and I am moved.
