My Hiding Place
You are my hiding place, the
one I run to, seek solace in when
life takes a wrong turn and
I end up on a dead end street, you
are there to draw me a map
on a napkin, to point me
in the right direction, to shelter
me from the winds of change
and the storms of indecision.
You are my hiding place.
Never draw poems on a napkin. They rip!
steve