There Is A Place
When I grow up I want to be
Queen on her throne
Reigning over the land of just be
Dipping toes in Crayola blue
Birthed in a crayon in 1903
My subjects and me, merry and mindful as awake as can be
Living and thriving in the place where we can all just
Discover the joy of the ruby red hummingbird’s throat
and the brittle loud harmony of a drove of Cicada
perched in a tree, serenading Narnia my she billy goat
(Now I can breathe)
The verb is quite over-used and frightfully misunderstood
But when I grow up
I will let you be
Alone
And yet not
For you will be alone with me
Whispering grateful hymns of praise
In the land of “There Is A Place”
Rooted, established in
Astonishing un -extraordinary
ordinary
Grace
Subjects and a queen, you can be
queen bee
we shall have scones and tea
precisely at three
and listen to the garden grow grace
oh how happy and peace-filled our kingdom shall be
in this land of “There Is A Place”
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elizabeth w. marshall 