Where?

Could there be a promise

present

in every premise?

Is there enough room in here?

Out there?

Perhaps yes, once we make space.

Perhaps yes, once we go spare of the spurious.

Perhaps there's enough room to breathe,

longing and inhaling deeply

until reaching the hidden most, the innermost,

exhaling and expiring fully

until expressing what as communal creatures

we are here to manifest.

Could the where depend

on what, who, when, how?