Ready or not, here I come. 

​I’ll wear everyday camouflage,
blending in with the end of your nose,
the tip of your tongue,
the next thing on your list of chores 

and I’ll appear
while you’re looking the other way,
caught in a cycle of washing up,
rushing around or stopped at lights
about to go green,
walking a dog you never thought you would own. ​

This patience becomes you,
suits you down to the ground, my friend.
The jockeying for position, the exit
to a quiet place: they work. 

​Olly Olly Oxen Free. 

​You’re it. 

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Based on the story: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2013/apr/20/played-tag-23-years-experience