Hide and Seek

This poem has been stuck in my head since 2:32 yesterday afternoon. I know, because I looked at the clock. For some reason I've developed an obsession with Kay Ryan, lately.

Hide and Seek
By Kay Ryan

It's hard not
to jump out
instead of
waiting to be
found. It's
hard to be
alone so long
and then hear
someone come
around. It's
like some form
of skin's developed
in the air
that, rather
than have torn,
you tear.