Why do you hide

tessThere is a shadow, behind
the living room couch,
peering with uncertainly,
trying to greet the day,
blending itself
with flowered wall paper.
Pretend you cannot see it,
pretend that the day has
not begun for it, pretend
that it is not there.
How does one greet a shadow,
or, acknowledge, its furtive being,
how do you see something that
does not want to be seen,
that only peers at life in daylight,
hiding in the night,
afraid it will be
extinguished in the light.
So, I wait, sitting, reading,
emphatically waiting
for the shadow to move,
coursing across the floor, until
the heavens have found its place,
silently, steadily, beside me.

©2014, Donald Harbour