artwork: ralph murre
Well Hidden
by
M.J.Iuppa
Snooping
under ivy, curly
and
thick, we disturb
a
sparrow’s nest, no bigger
than
a measuringcup
full
of fidget.
Tiny
gray heads tilt
upward
with eyes shut
tight–
tongues fluttering
like
monks in ecstatic
prayer, offering their hearts
to
this day that has begun
with
us eavesdropping
on
their cloistered life–
their
sole contemplation.
~ first published in The
Victorian Violet Press Journal
