Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Cast out from the Garden, then
from the house of our friends, solemn
wanderers, lonesome, broken off, torn
apart, bonds ruptured, rift of alienation
anxiety of estrangement, cut before
wilted, from its stem, my orchid
dies. So many separations in life
from parents, children, church, talent
profession, causes, distant friends
moments of happiness, like enduring
dissolution of all that we have held dear
my true option, to stitch the rent
in these lines, humbly fill the fracture
with sediment of memories, woven
into a safety net, parachute to insure
a safe landing, bringing me home safely again.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. November 19, 2011 Costa Rica