By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

PLACES of refuge and safety can be found in special places in the mind, as well as spaces where we experience peace and renewal. Mine is both in my mind, the vast silence of the atmosphere, the energy of a forest bath, and little corners in my immediate environment.

 

Past the thorns

there, at the point of the river

where it kisses the shore

I shall take a boat, or swim

with the current

past these thorns, to an estuary

where fresh water goes to bed

with the salt of the sea

 

there, surrounded by the reefs

the rhythm of the fishes

and the song of the birds,

we can explore the sound

of our bodies, crushing

in symphony with the snores

of sleeping seashells

and the heartbeat of river stones

 

Little corners

this corner, by the stairs

looks out to a sea of grasses

tall reeds that grow so fast

with very little rain

faster than I could claim

the space to plant little seeds

I truly desire

 

from the inside, they are,

beautiful, so fresh and green

the green that soothes red eyes

pierced by the sands of time

assault of grim realities

untamed passions

overwhelming still

raw, vulnerable, hurting

 

it is enough to sit and stare

and feel, momentary peace

keep the balance, gain strength

and again, ready these hands

resolve to pull out some reeds

recover space for the seeds

make them grow

make me grow

from this corner, by the stairs

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