Shh

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
this secret was ever
mine.

2/27/24