I have a question: Where is this poem hiding? <br />In a dust mote dancing in a beam of light? <br />In silver notes of a young girl's laughter? <br />Or in veins of a leaf made translucent by sunset? <br />Maybe the poem is hiding behind your smile, <br />or deep within your eyes, or simply waiting to <br />leap from th'tangled disarray of your hair. <br /> <br />Is it conceal'd in tatter'd tapestry of the cat's chair? <br />It must be here someplace, hiding places are so few. <br />It might be obscured in deep charcoal pile <br />or carpet, perhaps, or trapp'd within a silken net <br />of spider web discreetly spun beneath a rafter. <br />How to discern its camouflage is my plight. <br />Ah, I see! This poem is everywhere abiding. <br /> <br />(Copyright 9/20/2002)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ubiquity/
