It Remains to Be Seen

It Remains to Be Seen

It remains to be seen,
the unknown. We do not see it,
and then there is a great unveiling,
a new being before us.

What we know was once
what we did not, and it stood
beside us, hiding, cover ready
to be plucked off

like a canvas tarp draped
over patio furniture. We cannot
sense every covered truth clustered
around us, hovering.

Like mice, for every one
we see there are ten living with us
where we can’t see them. We don’t
know how to look

for them. Right now,
all around you, pockets of darkness
so near to you that you could reach
out and pet them.