| Where do poems hide? Poems hide in the pillow where the deepest thoughts come alive In the purse among car keys and lipstick In the water bottle sitting on the desk, waiting to be consumed In your big warm sweatshirt that holds all the comfort you need In the eyes of your sweetheart, that without making a sound, tell all In the photo albums that are remembrances of days past, and memories that wish to always last In the dog, who only wants your attention and the affection of your touch In the old wise lonely woman, who is talking to herself, because she has many stories to tell And poems hide in the sandcastle on the beach, that slowly washes away, as it retreats into the ocean with the fading sun In the cracks in the wood floor, that let in the cold winter air Poems hide still, in the zipper on the jeans, that get caught going up, but not down In the stereo remote, that holds the key to one�s mood In the ugly mildew in the tub, that is too much work to clean, so it remains In the shoelace that graciously holds your shoe to your foot In the paper cup in the trash, used once and thrown away, like so many things in life. And in the mirror, where all the poems you need are looking right back at you. |