This is the view.
For a few summer days this place is my own backwooded insect rich heat resistant spot A peace a piece apart alone. Space for writing, reading, cooking, eating slowpaced, downshifted, nature sounding spot a gift a gem an absence a departure. License for imagination and doing nothing both who I am what I want what I see and don't a blessing a curse a bending a stance. I digress
edifiedlistener 
I read this. And then I read it again. And then again. I’m not sure which strikes me more deeply – the dreamy quality of the couplets to start each stanza, or the crafty use of wordplay in the quatrains to follow. I feel the space – the physical, the mental space – that you open up, that open YOU up. Beautiful.