here Wherever you have friends, that’s your country; wherever you receive love, that’s your home. —old Tibetan saying reported by the 14th Dalai Lama nerve pain, something it drinks draining and yet hoping to sleep resting in whatever, unexpected thankfulness washes in—beloveds green-growing things food on the table a roof my country my home so much
this unexpected thankfulness arrived in my inbox! your poems fill me with awe, for which i am always thankful.
Sorry to hear you're still dealing with nerve pain! Grateful you're able to write! Lovely poem! Your " country" reminds me of a few of my own lines about living in a "country" where..."Love's the leader, poems are passports, and every breath's a citizen."