Hide and seek

'Hide and seek' by Charles Hadfield

by Charles Hadfield 5th December 2014

We sit round the silence
listening to space, concentrating;
our thoughts circle the quiet centre of the room.
A faint movement
far within the darkness, a cry:
there, in the pile of books?
or in the vase of flowers?
the sun’s flash on a gull, high over the sea.
Light fills the room, floods,
dries again. The far passage of clouds
beyond what the mind cannot grasp,
slipping, losing control.
Nothing will come of it.