A couple of "ing" poems from a series that I'm writing this year. Just a glimpse at the inner journey that is unfolding as I reach out into the world (seeking) while I stay safely tucked away (hiding)...
Seeking
Millions of stars in the dark night sky
I pull one down to stir into my chai
Warm cup in my hands, I peer through the looking glass into the just-beyond
Obscured
Hiding
The smell of pre-storm ozone in the air
Curled into the dark safety of my lair
Few know how to find me in the secret cave where my fierce heart guards its treasures
Obscured