take me home

Under the shade of these vines, looking at my hands and their lines; 

wondering how time goes by, learning, doing and just getting by. 

How much these hand do, what all are the trees witness to, 

cooking, cleaning, studying and thinking, all my dear ones away, I am  by myself - sinking, 

each day in this lockdown, and the vines frown upon, 

on the glorious days I don't see, as my hands grope for the "take me home" key...