Contemplated into Being

I'm not sure if it could be a room.

To contemplate,

I need

space.

Could I have

a room

with no walls, or ceiling, yet be contained

by Goose's laugh, the wind

on my face

and the sun

on my back?

Could this room

feel endless, yet also safe

in its possibilities?

Could this room

deeply listen

with me, wonder

with me, explore

and amble down winding paths

with me, and see the world

with awe;

with me?

Could this room slow down time, even on the slowest of days, so we can sit together and

contemplate