Hidden Thoughts

We all hide, 

behind trees,

behind buildings,

behind woodpiles,

behind people,

behind ourselves,

behind our thoughts.

We, who create,

hide behind our work.

When its’ finished, it disappears.

We hold on, but its’ gone.

We are left exposed. 

No place to hide.

Anxiety lays new foundations,

foundations for words,

foundations for sounds,

foundations for images.

Structures take form.

Anxiety….

It hides.

It hides in the shadows,

in the shadows of our work.

l.m.paris