Poem By Kathleen Kirkpatrick
There is a certain peace of mind
To know this place; to have this time
To be alone within myself Alone inside, alone...
so free: Here, is where I'd rather be.
My imagination builds a scene
Of which I usually heartily agree
Now my canvas is quite full with
Things of late and of things to view.
But, and yet, I open my eyes;
My screen has somehow been disguised.
Sometimes I wonder: I'm just not sure:
If nurturing this time could be,
Anything but a dream. I close my eyes;
once back again. I see...my secret heaven.
Oh, to be, so free.