26 March, 2017

Third Space

Head space in the third place,
does cartwheels of profound work,
races with time given by
parameters of societies norms.

A mountain climb is to think, to write, to be.

Adirondacks, hold that space
waiting for my mind to catch up with my feet.
Pen to paper, reveals hidden words
as the wind rushes by whistling, you've come home.

The opening to the sky and earth below inspires my thoughts to paper.

Alone now on this bald rocky ledge
dangling feet, moving to
the beat, of the rhythm, of the words togetherness
like a favorite song moves through time.

Head space, within the third place, has its work to do before the rains come.


Copyright Denise A White 

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