Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

All those years ago, with my nose pressed

against the rough bark of our backyard maple tree,
I cupped my hands over closed eyes,

showing I couldn't see.

I counted out loud, "...48, 49, 50.
Here I come, ready, or not!"

Opening my eyes, turning from the tree,
I saw no one, but I took off running,

searching each hiding spot.

All these years later,

I have no hiding space.

Knowing I can't see,

I search for comfort, peace, and grace.

Out of control, like a beating drum,

time keeps counting down.

All I can do is get up each day,

take off running, and say,

"Ready or not, here I come!"