Monday, June 14, 2010


I'd be there
if I knew where
to go
to settle my soul.


Michael Morse said...

There is a space, six or seven inches in length, (not that!) where I find my soul. I can be anywhere, doing anything, at peace at the beach, in the middle of chaos, it doesn't matter. If I'm fortunate enough, the space between my ears quiets down and all is good.

Doesn't happen often enough.

I hope you find yours, Jean, every time you look for it.

Jean said...

It is elusive, Michael. But, I keep trying.