I drew a circle On the map On the steps Of my flat A place of Serenity Virtue and Peace. I knew Before this Place of seats. A seat to sit on, Became recommenced, Perched on a tree In a lovely breeze, High sprung I rung Past the old self of M E. Taking notes Learning Lessons. Keeping memories Of morning blessings, Putting away in a casket The fears and questions, Now again I feel caressing.