All I know
Is that ground is ground
That travel is travel
Very occasionally
Though not so so often
In my experience
You fall upon a still space
A calm space
Where contemplation may join you
Where stillness
Peacefulness
Settles around you
It may be an open arrangement
A beach, or a sand-dune
Or a pathway to the shoreline
Or a field, maybe even a meadow
A towpath beside the canal
On the way to a mountain
It may have walls
A door, even windows
The roof is optional
We might call it a yard
Or a prayer room
Or perhaps a magnificent temple
It could be transitory
Between here and there
Or on the cusp, if you so prefer
