Not for Disclosing
I frequently ponder
the newly found places
within me, an art déco
collage of colluding
energies—not for
disclosing beyond the
boundaries I share with
vetted advocates.
Ten thousand years to
find this space—rising, like
a genesis dawn in early
spring rain. I invited you
with your misery, a
no-strings haven to calm
your burden. You wouldn't
have me.
I'm content with my garden.
