as a child, I liked to find
little places to hide
a shrub, I pretended was a jungle
a blackberry bush, where the neighborhood cat
joined me
and for a short time, my own closet
I’d bring in a book and a lamp
and for an hour or two
that closet would be a portal
to whatever I could imagine
So relatable
Same here! (At some point, I even carved out a space in a mound of dirt left by some abandoned excavation.)
I can imagine ! A lovely read, thank you.