Of all the things to win at. There I am,
Immobilised except for my young gut,
Which does its jellyfish and does its clam
Because you've come to double-check the hut:
And the relief is evangelical
That I can breathe again and show my face,
Until all other faces s how that all
Are found and mine was the last hiding-place;
Then many draw to it as a shrine,
In glum approval, jealous but sincere,
That of the silences you favoured mine,
And the last thing that mattered mattered here.
Glyn Maxwell, “Hide and Seek” from The Breakage: Poems. Copyright © 1999 by Glyn Maxwell. Reprinted by permission of Glyn Maxwell.
Source: The Breakage: Poems
(Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1999)