Resting Place Poem by Jesse Statman

they went to find a place to sleep
they woke up inside what seemed like a mansion
a resting place for those who feel the need
to stay and wait as the rain sets

the walls were white, and the roses were red
the stems were green, and the architecture was remarkable
the windows led out into a place with green fields
spanning beyond the comprehension of man

the steps in one's life that go on for eternity
forgetting this, they were perfectly still right now
sleeping in white beds
with their bags unzipped all the way

all the things they brought with them down the road
taken out, and placed in place
they met people there who were like them
they were told not to stay very long

but to savor it while you are there
for when you are there, you can dream of
the most astonishing things
and when you leave, part of you stays behind

it was raining out
a storm was coming
children were playing in the garden outside

'do they know where they are? '
'no. they're just there'
'but in time, well, we all figure out where we are one day'