I’m safe now I’ve become her listening.
Secure now for how can she find my flaw?
I fold myself, hide and nod for more.
I witness her wisdom travelling.
Although I’m not entirely listening,
I nod, say yes, ask again, make the wrong guess,
Despite all her words nevertheless.
I see her past knots unravelling.
I see now: I’m under observation,
It isn’t watchfulness nor surveillance,
She listens to me in her conversation!
And I thought her guesses coincidence!
I thought my silence ensured my safety!
Her listening divined the unknown me!
Andrew James Whalan 