Marble Me
I stand,
learning to pass the minutes
as patiently as possible.
Asking to be seen is not easily done
when faces keep turning from me.
Pleasantries are a rarity
when one cannot speak.
I cannot share,
when you refuse to find.
If... you can really call this hidden.
I only stand behind this ephemeral curtain.
You have but to pull it back
and you will see all of me.
Then you have but to ask,
and you may hear what I have to say.
Until then, I stand here still,
quiet as a statue,
waiting to be found
in the mind’s garden,
watching you pass me by,
again and again.
