Concealment


Shall I embrace the explanation sold
     At every corner church or liquor store
Professing to purvey a solid gold
     Solution to life's mysteries, and more?
It's tempting to abstain from further thought,
     To simply settle down into a rut
And reconcile myself to what I've bought;
     In fact, the fortress door remains half-shut
And I must step outside to breathe the air
     Upon a starry night, when answers seem
Inadequate to lions in their lair
     Or fish that hug the bottom of a stream.
Concealment is the cornerstone of much
We treasure, never to be seen or touched.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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