Places to Be

Learning how to let life break in, not apart You will find one of my lovers tucked away in the Strid River Valley, blind and dilapidated. Its crumbling walls still soar, now roofless, into the sky. They take my heart with them, high into infinite space and mystery. The arches at either end of its nave float in the air. Bits of heaven are stuck between their mullions as they, too, point to a higher glory. The rows of massive windows with their stone colonnades waver, balancing themselves against beams of light. Through them, the eye glimpses a green and…