Places

Today, I am a visitor in unfamiliar places. What is it that makes a “place?”

I sit in a coffee shop, a clothing store, and now on a bench in the mall. I am in a place not my own—a visitor. If I came here often it would be, in a way, my place. I would be a living thread woven into the garment called, “here.” I could put it on if I worked or walked here. It could be my place and I a part of it. But I am a stranger here, a vagrant, a loose end, not woven, not tied, so I watch and wait to move on, away from this place.

[Reposted from www.danmayhew.net]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.