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



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