Whispered Wanderings

This secret hides
between carpools and concerts and
dinners out;
sneaks into the folding of towels fresh from the drier;
drips from my watering can over
thirsty plants.

This secret yearns to be told,
but also fears the release telling would bring:
Letting in the light would change

everything.

So I keep it safe inside the mundane,
pull pieces of it out of the ground
with garden weeds;

Watch bits of it swirl with
used dishwater down the drain;
Imagine some little part of me
eventually joining the unfathomable ocean:
where no one will know
it was ever
mine.

klm
2/27/24