A Place to Be

A Place to Be blog by Tim White

A poem:  the Camp Caravan front porch as a Place to Be

A Place to Be

The front porch at Camp Caravan is my favorite place to be.

It is a place of contrasts.

It is open, yet enclosed.

Public, yet private.

All around, life is living, first breath to last.

It is a place of peace, punctuated by chaos.

Here I see a picture of myself,

Inner and outer peace, punctuated by chaos.

I can see myself here.

I come here to be, to see myself.

Am I the measure of all I see?

I am the measure of all I see.

I see everything as myself.

I see myself in everything.

I ask for help, but try to take it.

How would it be to prepare to receive help?

I am a place of contrasts.

–By Tim White