Hiddenness

When our town overflows with tourists
cavorting along snow-packed trails,
a neighbor playfully texts,
 
Are you hiding?
Not in the way she assumes.
 
Daydreaming of moist underground dens
where wild mothers burrow alone
to birth naked cubs,
I wait inside bedroom walls
that often welcome the northern lights
 
as strangely glowing poems
begin to emerge from roots of stillness.