There is a haven for me somewhere-
maybe it is a time or a person
or maybe I will be always be on edge
because the taboo things are too dear
and there is little enough to take seriously
in a world with platypuses and ice cream
and things like names for stars.
I wonder if it will always be an alone place
or if someone will come with me
to frolic amongst fields of flowers, sharing
stories with no titles or endings in sight.