A Place

Where is my place
She asks the birds,
she asks the bees
the moon, the stars,
the cats, the trees
Am I just a lonesome
wanderer
Or do I have a place
in the universal choir
Does my voice matter
Can I just be me
singing my tune
sovereign, accepted
and be at ease,
breathe, relax where I am
without being attacked
because the choir will
honour and protect me

©RoseGirl2020