Tuesday, June 18, 2013

What Is This Place

What Is This Place

If it will shelter you,
you can trust it
for tonight, at least.
If it offers you
its open hands, joined
to make a shelf,
you can rest here, wait
here for an hour.
If it the only thing it has
for you is a cauldron
of fire, or the serrated edge
of a precipice, or
acres of wild waters, then
you must keep
moving, even if you, I’m
sorry, love it.

1 comment

  1. This poem gives me a feeling of unease, of a child traveler perhaps, or a world weary adult after an apocalypse, seeking shelter, ever wary,coming upon majesty or beauty that will give no refuge.


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