Sometimes you will come upon her,
the Keeper of the Labyrinth,
a tall woman with pinned grey hair
and colorful clothing.
She’s an artist friend,
the steward of this place.
It’s her anonymous gift
where people find solace with their pain
and joy too.
I saw an arty guy there one day
with a contented smile upon his face
with the realization that
he’s not alone on a alien planet, after all.