there is a region–
a place, you tend to live
dwell daily
where you find yourself
when the phone rings unexpectedly
even between heartbeats
you live there
because that’s all you know
that’s all you are
so long as you’re there
you don’t have to find your place
it finds you
when you least suspect it
when you don’t try
it knows you better than you know yourself
you slip into it
like a foot into a shoe
like a restless thought
passing through your mind
like a camera lens capturing a picture
you assume it’s reality–
this place where you live
it assumes nothing
because it knows you
better than you know yourself
Poetic Alchemist 
David: Thanks. All the best to you.
Paul: Thanks. Best words I could find for ‘it.” hope you are well.
Thanks Gautami. Glad you do.
I really like this one a lot. That’s so hard to get at with words, that place. Great job –
Very good, Don, very good!
good luck
I do!
Kai: Thanks. Hope you’re well.
beautiful
Polona: Thanks. I know my place knows me!
beautifully said! yes, i suppose that place knows us more than we do…
Thanks Dan.
And of course, the photos are fine!
Yessir!