A perennial ache in search of my place
Realizing this quest is the salve
At home in the in between
The space of not yet and almost
Or here but not there
The airport waiting lounge
The bus ride south
A single seat on a midnight train
An anonymous hotel room or
A small room in a silent abbey atop a hill
A mound really only
Not even that much when you come from colorado
This bump one portion of many that make up the bowl
That is in appalachia
A holler
A hollow
How apropos
An anonymous place that holds
Until it empties out