THE HOLINESS OF PLACE, Christopher Hileman

The Holiness Of Place
by Christopher Hileman

Some of us build on
the people in our strange lives
and some build heart on
the places they go,
they have been in former lives.

What is it I do
that so provokes you
I ask? And why is it that
you take me away
again and again?

I am from forests. Aspens
quake in my back yard
and I shiver to
their time, taking their green shape,
continuing my
eternal return.

Christopher Hileman moved to Oregon in 1973. He had retired to live on the volcanic bluff overlooking Willamette Falls in Oregon City, Oregon. He ascends the stairs from his basement digs to improvise on his Yamaha keyboard or the house Playel grand when the calico cat releases him from below. The part-Irish Wolfhound here likes him.

Christopher blogs at View From The Northern Wall.


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