A new poem
“Place” by yours truly
“Time is only time, and place is always and only place.” –T.S. Eliot
Not so sure.
Thinking of my new place.
Been here less than a year.
Beautiful foothills and sky, friendly people, pleasant cool winds,
But also very loud cars and barking dogs.
Ethos as I recall from school
Can mean understanding and being at peace with your place.
I said to my Dad recently
That every place has good and bad.
He replied, “:focus on the good.”