It is a small room in a very large space. Everything at hand.
I settle. The mud clears.
It is simple meals … spinach, bananas, soup, eggs, peanut butter.
It is solitude. I hear what is calling, what is called for.
It is big windows that draw me outside. The sun comes. It warms.
This place changes moment to moment. And I move with it.
It is a place to walk ridges, arroyos, meadows.
It is a warm place in wind, rain, cold with a view out.
It is a bed or a table. It is the strong presence of moon and stars.
It is the sound of raven and the train on its way to Lamy.