Mustn't Know Poem by Tea Kawana

On bended knee,
Bowed head,
Hands clasped together,
She prayed.
Tears strolling,
Every drop,
A stream leading to her mouth,
Tasting salty tears,
Brine from her sorrowing eyes,
She prayed.
Every drop,
A stream leading to her trembling, unpoised mouth,
A further breath of faith, a leap
Was made,
She prayed.
A door opens.
They mustn't know,
She mustn't know,
The waterfall that often pours in solitude.
Burying her head speedily
Under her blouse
She pulls a full swipe
Displaying the waterfall all dried out.
And turns and smiles at her.
She must not know.