Temple

Surrounded by white, my thoughts are blank.
No colors to distract me, or remind me of the world
outside these sacred doors.
A world which, in fact, I live in.
A world where I grew up,
skinned my knees,
wore glasses,
read Whitman
and fell in love.

This world then, where, in fact, I live
is only steps away.
Concrete, and fiberglass stop me from seeing outside.
And the white in this room helps me forget that world.
Instead, I am in the present,
and I can feel my soul,
and everything makes sense.
And the white tells me, just for an instant,
that this world is where I really belong.

(Where Kevin and I got married. The most beautiful place on this earth)