Haven

I dwell within the page,

Over which you lean,

To seek your refuge,

Only that inside,

When you enter, you are accompanied by

Anxieties that bend

The answers into snakes,

And your solace - into the shadow

From which you wish to flee.

But if you dare

To traverse its meanders

And from questions you make

A bed, provisions, a path,

Then your haven

Is a book without end...

Monica Pillat