There, but not seen,
playing the game of smile and nod
waiting for a turn to speak.
Am I really here?
Maybe they can’t see me.
Maybe I have gone.
Yet the long shadow on the grass
is evidence that I remain.
Remembering my voice
I step away to find another shadow
on the edge of all that is green.
I find another who is choosing listening
even though there is so much to say.
Together we hear each other
whilst standing in silence.
By Ali Grimshaw