Poems by Jack Page

I hid from him; over weeks, months or years I hid
  with an untold irreverence. Through hurried nights
     and averted glances. Through a nervous rain and
       many storms beneath the noise of scattered
        conversation. Under the gauze of self-refection, or
      some decided plan, I hid. Among the cracks between,
    with room to nestle down and rest. A chance not
  to give pause, but take it. Longing for
some unperturbed resolution.