Most Certainly NOT Waiting

I played for time.

I wore a window’s face, kept my head down,

did my work by day, at night unpicked it.

….

… I was picking out

the smile of a woman at the centre

of this world, self-contained, absorbed, content,

most certainly not waiting,

when I hear a far-too-late familiar tread outside the door.

“most certainly not waiting” - Penelope as self-contained, absorbed, content and MOST CERTAINLY NOT WAITING.

I have hand stitched this into fabric with light grey thread to emulate the ‘white ink’ that Hélèné Cixous talks of in her essay The Laugh of the Medussa.