A Place Cathleena Yang

There is a place I sometimes go to… That’s quite a trip from where I live, Where there’s sun and storms and summer dew, But in no sure pattern that I can give. I go there through a stillness that wraps ‘round me like a cloak A blissful state of numbness that rises like sweet smoke. I stray there often while I’m dreaming, When I’m wide awake or when I’m observing When I’m calm or when I’m tense. It sometimes has a meadow where I lie in grass that’s free of bugs, Or I simply watch the shadows that the moonlight playfully tugs. The storms there are a wonder, With lightning, rain, and gales. Dandelions blow asunder With each one carrying tales. I can go there in just a minute. Yet it seems like eons away… But it’s an easy place to visit, So perhaps I’ll see you there one day...

Cathleena Yang, Grade 7 Community of Peace Academy, Saint Paul Teaching Artist, Frank Sentwali