Rooms Down Under Poem by Adrian Antique

like things with worth we've hidden at the back
or old important pictures we've placed in a sack,
I have these two spaces almost the same size
In a concealed part of the house away from your eyes.

maybe you would wonder what's there that's kept -
a little baby dragon I've made warm while it slept?
a chest of ancient treasures, a pile of colored costumes?
or just boxes of unknowns stacked in these locked rooms?

well, I must tell you what's there is for my list only
nothing to worry about for the fear of curiosity …
there's none in there that will bite or blow up …
just a jumble of shadows, moonlight, and a life's raindrop.

but there is a reason why they are there that way -
the architect surely designed them for secrets to stay
as an island of wonder nowhere found in a map
let me warn you and say they are protected by a trap.

so let them be and perhaps you should simply forget
about them down under away from the sunset …
for love is at times just you quietly holding my hand
while i try to cover my footprints in a stretch of sand.

adrian barleta antique 3.19.22