Hide and Seek

I tilt my head to hear You 

   In the whoosh of the wind

        The cacophony of the street corner

        The angry inner critic

Squinting to see You

    In the flaming sunset

        The scurrying rat

               The scrape on my left hand

Sniff sniff, Your perfume

   Rose water

      City subway

          The fragrance of my own toil

Curious tongue tasting You in

     Strawberry jam

          Bitter herb

               The gunmetal taste of my blood

Touching Your presence in

     Hot bath’s embrace

          Cactus barb

               Stubbed toe

You play this game so well, Beloved.

  This endless game of hide and seek 

     of

       which

         I

           do not

             tire