IT SITS
It sits there,
between two elsewheres,
concealed from view
in the space forgotten,
but not lost.
It sits there,
laughing at us all.
‘Here I am,’ it says,
as we run around
confused.
‘Goodbye’
It whispers,
as we turn our backs,
only to cry out
from the other side,
‘Hello!’
16th January
Bewildered Cauliflower 