A poem on musings about place. The death of a dear Aunt, this week, gives rise to extra thoughts on life and meaning. What is it, what shapes it?

I in Place

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I think of place; places of my living,

Countries, houses, homes of friends,

Backdrop to my life.

Vessels shaping flow, gathering rising steam;

The walls, the floors, the beams.

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Searching for the ‘I’ in each frame;

I, I am the one who watches,

Not tied by location,

Not identified by reaction.

I watch unjudging; feelings, action, growth.

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No place ties me, nor event shakes me;

Standing behind, coolly watching.

I flow with the go,

Unharmed, untied,

River that meanders through my life.

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Kampala 2022