Not in the Eyes
The Eyes, Sharp and Challenging
Open yet Close; Present but Hidden

Not on the Tongue
In Speech It is Concealed the Same

Not from this Tempered Countenance but,
In Hands, When Eyes Have Fallen
The True Betrayal Occurs

Hands Once Held Steady,
Forgotten
Free to Roam and Fidget as they Feel

What Creatures in the Deep,
Have Stirred these Ripples?
The Turbulence of Unseen Battles

Not to See It,
But to Track it by It's Evidence
The Nature of the Hunt,
For those of us who will Not be Fooled,
By Screens of Smoke

Rest.
And Know that
We Would Not Turn Away

-Peter Bull