Presence

Firmer than flour
A sack of grain
Stacked solid

Capable of being

Dented
Sat upon
Hauled

Incapable

Of moving free
From shadow

The persistent
Pursuing dark

The child loved this

Persevering
Obedient
Waiting

Without question

Sitting solitary still
On a rock
Gazing

Sea of blue and black
Yellow and green and red

I loved hiding
In safe dark spaces

Utterly alone
And present

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