There Is No Where to Where I Am

by Frank Cavano

There is no “where” to where I am.
No place that I am going. No time
has found me here. No time to find
me coming. No space has found me
present. No grave collects my bones.
Bones are merely cages for illusions
not at Home. Matter does not make
me. Never born, I cannot die. Wings
of angels bore me (I have no need to
fly). I am what I have always been. I
will forever be whatever He created
and chose to call it Me

Frank Cavano is a retired physician who writes poetry when moved by powerful feelings, thoughts or images. As he describes it, "Most of what I have written seems to fit in the metaphysical/spiritual/inspirational category."

Frank currently lives in Bluffton, SC with his wife of 44 years, Carol. His sons and their wives have blessed the couple with four granddaughters and a grandson who are the light of their lives.

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