I did not know just what I wished to find.
For seeing too much evidence of flood
might shake the weaker weavers who must bind
together spared from harm and saved from mud.

I hoped to find the place whose quirks I claim.
Acceptance can have gatherings as great
when space is changed if atmosphere be same,
when artifacts and memories conflate.

I found within a calm that satisfied,
a silence waiting for the sounds of joy,
an empty spot for new to please keen-eyed,
the possibility for every ploy.

I claim this refuge where my mind can wait
pursuing stronger love and weaker hate.

- Robert Stone, 13 November 2011