Hidden

As I sat at the diner table with a group of friends this morning, I confessed to having a blog. They wanted to know where and all I could reply with was, "not telling". I guess I need to take baby steps. Why is it so tough for me to write here and why don't I want my friends to read it? I do and I don't want to hide so badly.

Hidden

If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.

~Naomi Shihab Nye

FUEL