Hide and seek

Hide and seek

We are children.

We play hide and seek,

and cling to the shadowed places;

pretending that no one can see us.

Imagining that we

will not be found.

The light is not our friend.

Send it away,

lest it shine revealingly

upon our hiding places;

our living, our dying,

the things we do.

Seductive darkness, brush our cheeks.

Let our eyes remain closed,

reassured;

that we might continue

our multiple deceptions.

Lest we be found.

The darkness is many;

the cracks

through which the light comes in

are few.

The candle flame flickers;

Small, but defiant.

© Ken Rookes 2015.