Hidden – Naomi Shihab Nye

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. 

Poem – I saw from the Beach 

I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,

 A bark o’er the waters move gloriously on; 

I came when the sun o’er that beach was declining, 

The bark was still there, but the waters were gone. 
And such is the fate of our life’s early promise, 

So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; 

Each wave that we danced on at morning ebbs from us, 

And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. 
Oh, who would not welcome that moment’s returning 

When passion first waked a new life through his frame, 

And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning, 

Gave out all its sweets to love’s exquisite flame.