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