our secrets

as we sit around
the table.
holding our secrets
within.
we talk and chat,
we laugh,
we enjoy the meal
the company.
everything floats
like white sails
upon a pond,
not a ruffle in the water
or sky. but you can see it
as you look around,
that strange
dark look
of a secret trapped
inside, lashed
and buried,
never to be found.