WILDFLOWERS BY JACOB STILLMAN
To me, what may seem hidden
may be in plain sight to someone else.
In my old age, it’s not so much that I lose things,
it’s not even that I misplace them,
it’s as if I hide things from myself.
I mean, one time I searched the flowerbed up and down
looking for my gloves and I swear I just had them.
Turns out, they were right in front of me the entire time, quite literally.
I was still wearing them.
But, from time to time this happens.
My mind chooses to play little games of hide and seek with me
and I guess the crossword puzzles aren't enough any more, ya know?
Every once in a while I hear the sound of her gentle voice.
The kind of voice everyone in a room would shift their hearts for.
This voice could relax a bear or even the hungriest of lions.
And although, she’s been gone a while, I still feel her near every day.
Yes, I know the mind plays games sometimes, but I'm okay playing this one.