The world spins

gravity pulls at our shoulders 

as we try to hang on 

The days come and go

oscillation between

chaos and calm 

There are times we need a safe island

a still and quiet place to catch our breath

inhale and exhale 


It could be a back porch or   

might be a long ride in a car

often it is a familiar doorway and 

                                                                                     the frame that surrounds it


solid, familiar, non-judgemental






title from  Emily st. John Mandel 

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