Secret

Secrets
can be corrosive,
old poisons that we stash away
in the lock box of the heart,
hidden where no healing air can reach,
becoming shadowed monsters
in the darkness.
But secrets
can save us, too.
Love can reach those hidden places,
grow like a seed underground,
show us the undiscovered loveliness
of our selves.
Like the birdhouse on the barn,
a mystery may wait inside us.
Today a shining eye catches light
as a small head peeks out,
waiting for the pulse of Spring.
Soon he will fly back and forth
with a bit of grass, or a dry leaf
to ready the nest
where a wondrous secret
will be born.
So we wait
for the secret
readying for a birth
in us.

--Timothy Haut, March 1, 2016