THE HIDDEN

There are moons in me 
I have seen the x-rays 
I glow with that light 

Until the hidden was revealed 
the lush given was an ecstasy 
tempered by caution like hawks 
crossing water 

We have limited capacity 
so we say infinite and think 
we have described something 
our shorthand for what is 
beyond us 

When asked why birding 
Ellen said because 
they let us see them 

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