It’s a Wonderful Secret Life

By Cliff Lake

 

It’s a Wonderful Secret Life

 

“There is more to life than having everything…”

 

The past trails,

Hidden,

Yet popularized,

Obscured,

Yet glossy-pictured,

Shadowed,

And yet recorded under the brightest lights.

Hype and hoopla sought desperate,

Now suppressed in desperation.

Is some monster lurking in the trailing past?

 

(Yes there is, but I won’t tell you what it is.)

 

Code the convo,

Whisper in the public places,

Say nothing and say it all,

Discuss, discuss,

Wrap it all in the pretty package,

The matter may not be spoken plain,

But the matter is spoken,

And I know I will not speak it loud.

 

(Nor will I, since I also know what it is.)

 

Share and share,

And share alike,

Birds of the feather unmentioned.

Left behind for other pursuits,

Pasts inextricably tied.

Darkness swallows some,

Bright lights take others.

Is there so much separation?

 

(We have certain things in common…)

 

Have they such paralleled lives?

 

(Yes, we do, come to think of it.)

 

What remains unspoken?

What puzzle remains?

What is yet unpublicized?

What may not be uncovered?

What giddy unknown remains?

 

(Enigmas never age, have you noticed that?)

 

Has this whisper reached?

Is the ear attuned?

Have you caught the drift?

Do you get it?

Know what I mean?

Dig where I am coming from?

 

(As a matter of fact, it was clear to me the last time I saw you.)

 

How’s it hangin’, buddy?

How’s it going, chum?

What’s up, bro?

What’s shakin’, homeboy?

Let’s keep in touch, friend…

But don’t say much…

 

(A pal is a wonderful thing.)

 

I think we have an understanding…

 

“– and may every day be another wonderful secret.”

 

Cliff Lake 7/18/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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