What you can't control is the love, <br />One feels for a, <br />Place. <br /> <br />One feels for an, <br />Understanding of it. <br /> <br />The cold juddering bolt of light, <br />Against cold concrete, <br />Against cold ground on which, <br />We alone walk, <br />Creates warm air in the atmosphere, <br />Which I breathe that makes one hotter. <br /> <br />Knelling lives to a close, <br />In a land which you understand, <br />The very concrete that is cold, or, <br />Perhaps warm. <br />It makes you hot, almost red <br />. <br />One becomes red. <br />The very bolt from god, <br />Ending one on the ground, <br />Against cold concrete, <br />Against cold grounds on which, <br /> <br />We alone walk.<br /><br />Haris Rigoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-on-understands/
