There is a field
In no place
An empty field
Except for me
It is a field of
Rich and loamy soil
Fertilised with tears
Unseen, except by me
It is the field of now
A quiet and solitary place
Yet I am not alone
I am with myself
I stand in no place
Deep within myself
I am grounded in this space
Myself and I
Accompanied by this silence
I wait
And be still
A solitary place can be a place of peace … I love this one.