Today's prompt was to write a hiding poem. Here's my attempt, which leans more towards emphasizing the word 'hide'.
Those days when you walked meekly with
a tawny pony tail and a baseball hat,
kicking dirt and concealing your pain
in outbursts and hide and seek games
where you never wished to be found,
seem a distant reality now that you
have surfaced across a screen, across
miles and miles of terrain that
keep our fingers from touching, that
keep me from lifting you off your feet
in a long embrace. The years between us
are worn into our faces, our hair both
blonde now, our affection rekindled
through the most unlikely scenarios.
Your shroud has been tossed aside as
you announce your brazen nomadic ways
to the world, make literal red marker
lines across the country and stick
temporary pins in cities, smuggle your
unrelenting warmth to the coldest regions
while I wait here for you to uncloak
me from the fog of your absence.