On this summer's eve I am
not where I was or would -
in between there and then -
spring gone autumn calling.

When will I rest in this place
between where my thoughts go -
memory or expectation -
and find peace within myself?

Does it exist, that sanctuary
for my body and soul, my heart?
Is there a haven where wars end
where suffering has no home?

Now the sun is setting and still,
as evening turns to night, I wonder
if now is just a place in between
or the place I've always longed for?
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Portland, Oregon - June 23, 2022