Watching you move
for a while.
Awkward,
disjointed.
Intrigued as I am,
I think I might
shout your name.
You could be in some trouble.
The place you’re in
is full of danger.
Predators stalk about,
and you’re in their lair.
Maybe you’re wounded,
the way you’re creeping through,
ungainly,
but then I realize,
you’re not wounded;
just falling for the lie.
You think
you’re invisible.
Perfect camouflage,
blending in and through
your sad imitation
of the thing you fear.
You think you’ll survive,
but I see you,
and all the other predators do, too.
We all see you.
HG – 2021
