Monday, November 13, 2017

Any place...

Any place is home enough
With light and room
to wake up high
and scribble down the day’s
sweet words, then lay me down
in thin air to dreamful sleep.
Up and away on the mountain’s
shoulder, there waits a place.
I can’t see from here,
but her lines are fast bound
to heart; I feel the pull.
toward blessed somewhere,
by no strength that is my own
I rise.


  1. I agree that a place where we can write feels like home.