If my body becomes my soul where will I be?

Where will I go to feel the world press

against me, the resistance of air,

gravity suspended in water?

Will I be in this universe?

Is there some place

where this soul

must be?

Where

will I

be if

not?

 

Wherever there are women laughing

or children chasing shadows

where waves are running

and grass is growing

light is cresting hills

in deepest space

in darkest night

in all you hear

in all you see

it’s there

where I

will be.

 

 

May Swenson, Question