My Secret Place
September 25, 2020
“” I was inspired while in China on a Ceramic Art Fellowship with Sanbao International Ceramic Art Institute. The secret place is my room””
I sit here quietly looking out from within.
The air is soft, a whisper of wind.
A babbling brook is singing a song.
The gander and his wife, trooping along,
Wandering past my secret place, a place built strong.
A wild turkey stops in his tracks,
It looks at me, only to turn, and walk back,
To be replaced by the hens from the hay,
Who cackle and chatter, in a tongue so gay.
Unaware of the secret place where I lay.
The babbling brook, still singing without end.
It runs straight by and turns right at the bend.
Runs deep into the reeds and out of sight.
As the sun hides behind the mountains might.
And the day turns dark and marries the night.
I am still at rest, looking out from within
Terrance Frank Lazaroff, CD
China 2003
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