You cannot find it
in a store or in the rush,
or on a screen-
that opening you
feel inside when
the water rushes by
and the air breathes calm
and a bald eagle rests
high in a tree,

It is a sanctuary,
a coming home
to self,
a reminder of
how it feels
to be here now.

I cannot find it
anywhere else;
but I can find
myself a thousand
times over in
these woods.