Poem: The Secret Place
From: The Ice Cream Store. Toronto: Harper Collins Publishers, 1991.
There’s a place I go, inside myself,
Where nobody else can be,
And none of my friends can tell it’s there—
Nobody knows but me.
It’s hard to explain the way it feels,
Or even where I go.
It isn’t a place in time or space,
But once I’m there, I know.
It’s tiny, it’s shiny, it can’t be seen,
But it’s big as the sky at night . . .
I try to explain and it hurts my brain,
But once I’m there, it’s right.
There’s a place I know inside myself,
And it’s neither big nor small,
And whenever I go, it feels as though
I never left at all.