Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Hidden in Plain View

I found her in Maine, in a barn,
keeping her own counsel,
as I have done since early spring,
before the Ides of March.

She hid in plain view,
silent and serene,
drew me like a magnet,
knew I’d bring her home

to Hidden Hollow
to live among the herbs
in the sunken garden -
away from the world.

But I keep her on the porch
to remind me --- of mystery,
of plans that go awry -
of all I’ll never know
of reasons why.

Hidden Hollow Journal
~ essays and poetry from a garden ~

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