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.