Out of Hiding
By Li-Young Lee(1957 - )

Someone said my name in the garden,while I grew smallerin the spreading shadow of the peonies,grew larger by my absence to another,grew older among the ants, ancientunder the opening heads of the flowers,new to myself, and stranger.When I heard my name again, it sounded far,like the name of the child next door,or a favorite cousin visiting for the summer,while the quiet seemed my true name,a near and inaudible singingborn of hidden ground.Quiet to quiet, I called back.And the birds declared my whereabouts all morning.