Finding my own place out there,
the wonder of it!
A stretched canvas came in view,
linen, framed in gold
With a palette never used,
meant for me alone.
I dipped my brush and painted
the place I loved best
Then forever set my claim:
north, south, east and west.
I had to go on and on,
the search was not done.
Winding corridors,
walls leading from door to door.
Mice, lions, sheep, chickens, frogs,
unassorted odds.
Nothing suited—quite—
despite the resemblances.
I heard voices, laughter, groans,
sounds foreign to mine.