Career/College

I am hiding in a place where company would not enter; where the help would come and go; a place where formal guests would never see.

I am hiding under something; beside something; and beneath something.

I am hiding where one should not hide during inclement weather, particularly if one had a neighbor who rode a bicycle and cackled while traveling through flat roads criss-crossing corn fields.

I am hiding under the first. I see wood and dirt and feel rain, but little wind. I hear man-made thunder staccato above me every ninety minutes, and the door high above me sighs as traffic comes and goes.

Sometimes there are slugs; nothing grows beneath me, but that is not to say that nothing could. I am nestled and hunkered, waiting to be found.