Where you are loud, I am silent
but your noise creates and sustains me
Your laughter tells my story
Your words craft my features
Where you bring light and life
I am still
You can pour all of that energy into me
and I would not stir
Strangers do not look at me
would not, even if there was anything to see
They would not hear me,
could not, even if I spoke.
But they and you know that I am here.
You fear me, maybe
want me, I’m sure.
But you won’t look behind you when the sun is high
Or forward when it dips low.
Like Yudhishthira told the crane,
you are happy to pretend I’m not with you
But just because I am at your feet
Does not mean that I serve.