Literature
What Do I Call This Place?
What do I call this place?
This place of delicate, untouched beauty,
Frozen in time like a watch hand frozen on a dial.
Timeless, endless, unchanging, but always growing.
How do I paint a picture so that someone a thousand miles away can see it too?
No pencil or brush or knife
Can etch an image into memory with better skill than a heart.
A heart can see sounds, can taste feelings, can hear smells
In and of itself, but can it paint a poem that another heart can understand?
What do I call this place?
If it has a name already,
Can it be adopted and given a new one?
Nothing about it has changed, save for the face it shows the world.
It lives o
