I have places I look back upon
to make me feel safe and happy.
I picture these places to enter a state of calm.
The first is a beach.
I imagine the sound of waves crashing on the shore
and gulls calling and flapping.
I feel warm sand beneath my feet
and hear the faint scuttling of sand crabs scrounging for food.
The sky: bright blue.
The ocean: green.
The sun: hot, beating down on my face.
I am at peace.
The second is a lodge.
I imagine a curtain parted to allow white light to enter
and shine on the page of my book.
It's snowing heavily,
and the fireplace crackles.
My feet: on his lap.
Him: reading his own book.
I am serene.
The final is a meadow.
I imagine him with me lying there at my side
and gazing at the sky.
On the other side of the trees,
a waterfall plunges into a river.
The stars: twinkling.
The water: rhythmic.
My hand: in his.
I am home.