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From Hide and Seek

From Hide and Seek

Dan Chiasson
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Hide and Seek

Once, north of here, a child played
hide-and-seek. His part was to hide,
ergo he played his role and hid.

The seeker, embarrassed by his role,
thinking it beneath his dignity,
developed instead a personality disorder.



An empty stadium is an indrawn breath.
There hasn’t been a team here in ages.
Futuristic is starting to look very old.

It’s a vast cereal bowl; and in it,
bobbing like a raisin, there’s my childhood.
I’m rooting for the nonexistent team.


Herbarium (II)

Once, west of here, a child fastened
flowers to the pages of a book
and wrote their names in Latin underneath.

This was the pinnacle of mimesis.
The flowers are so brittle now
nobody is allowed to open that book.

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