The Place in Me

Quieter than the ending of the night when the graying of the black and
the graying of the light meet and it’s dawn;
quieter than the ending circuit of the tires on snow
after the engine is cut and the hiss of the brakes is over
and rivulets trail down the windshield and I gather myself to go in;
quieter than the emptiness of sound after the echoed shot in the hunt and the hart is down;
quieter than the clouds beyond the tip of the plane’s wing,

The place in me where I find you and the noise goes away.

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7 Responses to The Place in Me

  1. Kathleen says:

    Very nice and I love the image.

  2. Rose says:

    This is my favorite poem you have ever written. I love you heart……and your brain!

  3. Kimi Glaspie says:

    Moving and profound. Speaks of love that goes deep.

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