It is in those quieter moments,
I find myself wondering what you do.
What vista your eyes look over.
A bustling commercial street, a hilltop,
Blue water expanding out to the horizon,
Or a light-pierced, velvet night sky,
Perhaps just your kitchen sink into your garden.
I always imagine you looking out.
That is because,
I too am always looking out,
Into the next possibility.
In the moving pictures of my mind.
I conjure my future.
I feel a sense of solidarity with you.
Because it seems to me,
Each of us is on a quest.
Seeking the assurance,
That out there in the hurly burly,
That is our lives,
There is one safe place to be ourselves.
A sanctuary.
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