Waiting in Space

When the room is crowded—
dozens of eyes searching
every wall and corner
or just sitting and

filling the softness
of the somber used space—
I feel so separate
and alone: away from

the breathy atmosphere.
But the lost emptiness
fades around each body
and in receiving the

secrets of the room
I am closer to the
four walls and floor
than any other set of eyes.

I am not above them
or alone, I am below,
waiting with the space
until, again, it is relaxed.