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| Peace, Joyce Wycoff |
This morning I woke up in a place
I’ve dreamed about
for as long as I can remember.
It’s a place that has called to me for decades
but stubbornly remained obscured
in the geography of my mind.
I’m not sure how I got here.
I didn’t get in a car, board a plane
or even walk down the block.
I just woke up and found myself here,
listening to the rain fall,
feeling the cells of my body realign themselves.
I woke up in the middle of a thought
when the world suddenly went quiet
and want and need dropped away.
No one brought me here.
No thing brought me here.
Here was always here;
it was me who was somewhere else,
thinking I had things to do.
Now that I’m here,
I realize that no thing matters.
Now that I’m here,
I think I’ll stay.
