I have been walking on my tiptoes
for a long time (yet less than one human age)
I don‘t want to be seen
I don‘t want to be recognised
And I am
My smiles
My gestures
My silence
All that makes a deafening noise
All we have in common
Is all I have on my own
And I’m still waiting for you
To draw into my life
A shape of Odysseus
Smudged by a bunch of facultative words