Secret space

I have this secret hidden space

that is mine, a mystery place alone,

but not lonely, where I can

be with this self uncluttered

that is just for me, and no one

else has permission to peek and see.


And here with my self’s thoughts

and feelings rising I am naked and

uncontrolled—free to invent and

fly to whatever whimsy I choose.


My secret place is at night when

the darkness let’s my creatures out

and the mystery of being unfurls

in daring play that no soul sees

but me as imagination, words and

sleep come to this, my hideaway.