I lay awake in a cave
I learned to read under a tree
I planted trees all around me
I marked an ‘X’ for me to ‘be’
I felt the wind talk to me
As I stood on the place to ‘be’
I found each day, as the trees grew
Many new places around me
Places to sleep
Shades to eat
Places of warmth
Shades to read
I took some branches from the trees
Put them up to surround me
I marked each place with these sticks
Letting vines grow around me
In these creeping vines I found
Wrapping me, places to ‘be’
I found myself looking around
Asking the question repeatedly
What is this place, this ‘place to be?’
Is it not the place I seek?
A place barren and undefined
A space I made to be mine
This place, a space, belonged to me
The lines I had put on the ground
Marking points to grow the trees
With growing vines, I visualized this ‘place’
As the space for me to ‘be’
As the space took its shape
It became from a space to the ‘place’
The place I now know to be
The place I designed for me!
