I lie and wait.
Peering out from beneath
A now-weathered rock.

I hide here.
Secure in the static. From
Predators perhaps but more
Likely the storms which crash.

I think and sit.
The snips and flickers against
These walls. Echoing, gnawing,
Inside contort; disguised yet
By exile; free to conform.

I won't break you.
Despite what I think and do.
And you'll stay;
Even if sayings aren't true.