Hide and seek.
A child’s delight.
To search and find
What’s out of sight.

You walked right by
And didn’t see,
Though I was there
Quite obviously.

And what’s true of you
Is true of me—
Rushing past,
Hurriedly.

But when I linger,
My sight is sure,
I start to notice
What I couldn’t before.

It’s not that You
Aren’t always near,
But in my slowing
You become clear.