Sacred Spaces

I escape

To my room and my rooms
And my castles and hamlets
All tucked away
In my pockets and drawers
On slips and scraps
Held in pages
Protected and patient

You could be there
Could go with me too
To smell the juniper
And see the fields
Feel the spray
Of my own little ocean
And toss acorns into the fire

It’s warm
Where I escape


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