The Baited Wait

Standing in the doorway

Hidden in the dark

Watching

Waiting for something to happen

Waiting to be caught

But still standing

Silent

Breath held

Stock-still

.

In the room

The people move

Around them

Statues hold still like stone

Like me

The breathing statue

Frozen in a game

Of hide and seek

.

My heart begins to beat

Why wasn’t I found

Why are they not looking

Not calling my name

Are they perhaps

Happy I disappeared

Overjoyed at my absence

.

Turning around

Waiting

To hear words

Saying they’ve recognized me

A cry

I turn

A child rushes into

Her arms

Not me

As a swing around

My

Eyes to the black sky

Then

Gone

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