the place

Patty Brown
2 min readMar 27, 2023


every time i think i arrive

i don’t

when everything feels abundantly clear

it isn’t

when i think i am safe

i am not

and love is in short demand

the world is broken

my heart too

and i wait

the struggle

the sorrow

the anxiety of tomorrow

where will i be

i cannot see that far in the distance

so i walk

and walk

and i feel a peace

in the journey

that does not end

does not begin

but i feel a pulling

a voice calling me

to a place

to unpack my dreams

and in the middle of everything

i call your name

and in the rustle of trees

i think i heard yes

and in the expectation

of a tomorrow of mostly no

i create a flow

and i let things go

my heart too

so to feel everything

is to feel sorrow and joy

in the same moment

and to know i am at home

the place i have not known

the path

the gate

the line in the sand

a new past

a now

at last

to know that i am

everything painted in my childhood

how i began

i can now return to that feeling

again and again

so don’t drag me to your church

instead lead me to the blue wide open sea

maybe an endless field of wildflowers

laced by leafy green shade trees

that is my sanctuary

my peace

the places

the empty spaces

where the invisible god

the beating heart

of the universe

will come and sit

and break bread

with only me.

~ patty brown

art — ”blue ridge pines” -erin hanson



Patty Brown

If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.