Where do you hide? How do you hide? What are you hiding?
phree posted the poem "One Train May Hide Another" here and it got me thinking. The same day, I came across the book Where Men Hide while browsing the discard shelves of the local library. The book has chapters of pictures and discussion of iconic places where the author says men hide including the deer camp, the snuggery, the garage, the dugout, strip clubs, the office, the workshop and also "hiding in plain sight."
While you may not agree with the book at all, the notion of hiding seemed like a poetry prompt, especially since one train may hide another. Women hide too in many ways... which I will explore over the week. Maybe djw, phree, JakobVirgil, humanodon, rezzeJ, and anyone else will be interested in participating. Maybe not.
I hide another self, a quieter self, a better self
A sadder self, maybe -- though I give myself a run for my money
I hide uniqueness and interests, sickness and sweat
And righteous passion and pitiful sorrow, and everything between
I hide in plain sight, in plain skin, plainclothes matching a plain face
Nothing I say is truly real, is really true, and I hope they know that
I want to shout at them not to take me seriously but --
They take me oh so seriously, always, and I think it's too late
I have hidden for so long that maybe it no longer matters why
That's the wrong question to ask (but there aren't any right ones)
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Written in the submission box because I'm extremely overworked tonight :p (it may possibly show) Would never see the light of day otherwise, I think.