Place

Driving desperately to the boat that will carry me

rock me, sleeping in the sun

to an old place made new.

Orchards with apples red, heavy branches,

fields green and rolling.

Wind through trees

hair in my face as I climb

then look down

at waves and sand and water west to the horizon.

Take me back to Heart’s Desire

where we swam with jellyfish

in great white breeding grounds

Zen gardens by the sea.

History cut, snapped

Blood stopped, body fractured

Mind undone.

This is my state.