In panic
I ran
from one place to another
to another
to another,
from one person
to the next
and the next.
I took to hiding
in the spaces between words -
silence a temporary refuge.
I took to disappearing
into the slivers of stillness
between moments,
those lulls in which
no-one was noticing -
(there are more of them than you think) -
putting off the inevitability
of emergence.
I was always going to have to come out,
eventually.
