Hidden

Bobbing and weaving past Flashy diversions I know won’t last but at least hope will let them forget me Just a little while… In the peaceful lair of my office Begging something else to want me (I’m already needed) Blinded, diverted by the abysmal glare Blissfully deluded into thinking I’ve hidden to go somewhere Just a little while… And I’m found “Give me, help me, feed me, see me, hug me, Find me!” They cry Incessantly And I give, then hide Help, then hide Cook, seek, squeeze my own mouth shut from saying words they’ll remember and start to understand Once they’ve ceased their cries To me Will I know what they need? Where they are? Who they are? I’ll seek, they’ll hide and maybe never come out they’ll forget me For a longer time… Maybe today I’ll stop and count Just a little while Many tomorrows await to answer Ready or not.