I hide so much it’s obvious

I’m waiting to be found

I’m screaming so loud

I can hardly make a sound

I’m falling slowing through the air

with both feet on the ground

and I can’t remember why

I won’t remember why

excerpt from “so far”

Kids love to hide. They love even more to be found. “Here I come ready or not!” the sing-song word enough to make them giggle in glad anticipation.

Big kids are loath to hide but cannot help it. What would be the consequence of saying what was felt? Of daring to do what needed doing?

Big kids are loath to hide. They loathe even more to be found out in their hiding. What to say? How to be? Where to go from here…? And yet we will not (cannot?) avoid the waiting. To be left to our hiding: a future too bleak to bear. And it will not be. It is written: it will not be.