The Secret Place Poem by RIC BASTASA

i only have the key to that door.
i can open it anytime and stay there for a while

away from the crowd
away from the daily occurrences

it is a closed door
conference with myself where i talk and listen at the same time

it is dark but it is peaceful
it is small but everything in me is there: whole and intact

i only have the key
and i am not opening

or when i open it
i keep it closed that way

it is sacred
as sacred as my secret

it is holy
as holy as my soul

it is a mystery
for all the things that i worship

it is mine
and you are not welcome.