Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Sense of Place

From outside in
there are stars
a representation that
follows the same path
as Orion's belt nightly,
as symphonic an
instrumental burning up
the night and vanished
by morning.

Stars and sun and moon,
a morning blend, cats
and candlelight -
to me everything here
tastes and sounds
like belonging,
everything here touches
more like home than a
home ever was.

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