...I can go without actually going.
I've been there for real, many times.
And when pillows resist my spinning head,
I go back and the dreams come.
It's real alright, it's no fairy tale castle
There's a tree with my name carved on it
Simply thinking of the day that I put it there
I can smell the sap all over again
There's a nest in the branches
and in summer you can hear the fledglings
fight over grubs and chewed up spiders
then silence as their mother flies for more.
This is just a fragment
A millionth of a single jigsaw piece
It's a grain on the riverbed
A solitary stem of grass in a fifty acre field.
There is so much to hold on to
So many precious things that are lost in the blink of an eye
But if I want to, I can recall them
In atom splitting detail
And if there's something I can't quite put my finger on
My mind fills in the gaps
For there never need be gaps in such a place
This special place, that is ....MY place