May I perch upon your shoulder?
Be a fly upon your wall?
Hide inside your baccy holder?
Just be at your beck and call?
Can I be your silky hanky?
Or the matching tie you wear?
Hanging round you, feeling lanky
Whispering nothings in your ear?
When you write, I'll be the paper -
Please caress me with your pen.
Fold me gently, read me later
I shall be my true self then.
In your meetings you won't see me.
But don't panic or feel hurt.
Above, the light bulb's burning brightly
I'm watching while you do your work.
If colleagues sometimes find you wander
Staring at the vacant air
Let them believe you've time to squander -
Only you need know I'm there!
Written in 1983
(c) Poet in the woods 2014