*photo by Abby Ruppert
Take me to the place
Where the gaithers garner
To breathe
To the place I can be me
With no one to bother
Where there’s no one to please
To the place of non-conforming
Solace
Where there’s no confirming
Where I can be who I please
Take me to that place
Where the garners gather
Where I can energize ease
Where I can be at home with peace.
Author’s Note: What place is this? Where is this place? And how does one get there? Is it outside or inside - the mind, soul or body? Is it a place needed or not? Possible? Or possibly not? Or a state of mind, wherein to hide? Why go there? Who gather there? Why? Have you been there? Would you like to go? To where the gaithers gather.
This poem is an example of how a concept, “gaithers gather” hit me in the middle of the night. Two words rhythmically jostled about pestering me in my pre-sleep mind. I had absolutely no idea what a gaither was. I sprung into action at my night darkened desk and fleshed out this poem. Next day, I googled the meaning and, ah ha, went back and tweaked the poem.
Write when the concept hits you. Write it right then. Jot it down before the spirit who moved you to poem, exits, and all is lost. The poet gives voice to the spirit.
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