Hiding place

And where do you go

When you want to hide your body

Let it have its rest

Even for a moment only?

Do you hide it in the old attick

Of your childhood’s house?

Do you go hide it in that old swinging chair

In the courtyard

Where flowers and grass grew so long over it

That you can dive in completely?

Do you go under the bed

Where the space stayed the same

But you can no longer shrink so much

So that it can cover your thought completely?

Do you go in the closet

And take all of your clothes off

Together with all the rest

So that you can feel the wood better

Feel like you become part of it

And you can close the door

Like you would just lift another arm?

You have the key at that door

That your mother said you could never lock completely

You have the key at that closet too

You have the key at your own house

You can always lock yourself up if you want to

You don’t live inside the furniture

Or in the spaces your family built

You live inside your own.

So where do you go hide your body

Let it have its rest

Even for a moment only?

Will you go back to seek solace in places

That don’t belong to you

Or will you go inside yourself

To the places your own heart built?

Go hide inside your body

And you can have more than a moment only

And you can have more than hiding

Because when you have yourself

You will forever rest your body

Just like you rest your heart.