Sonnet 13 - Poetry's Interstices

These are the spaces I confide These are the narrow crevices These are the places I reside These are the secure refuges Upstairs attics with small windows The quiet corners where I go The hidden chambers no one knows Downstairs cellars through secret doors There I have my room for dreaming Room to create and postulate Pose questions and probe for meaning Riddles and rhymes to contemplate In there the world does not dictate And there I have less room for hate.