I hid                                                 by john martin

a poem for parent and child

I hid in the tall grass,

the wind reminded me of whispered secrets being told

I hid in the woods,

the tree trunks were wide enough that you could not see me

when I stood close to them

I hid in the corn field,

when cars drove by I would stop and stand still

my arms out stretched with my hands hanging down

I hid behind the moon,

where it was dark, I could see the milky way sparkled in space

I hid in the ocean

below the waves, drifting in the currents

I hid high on a mountain

watching clouds below float by

I hid in my work,

for days on end

I hid I hid in books

with the words all around

while hiding I always hoped

you would find me