Regarding your location - a reading for Lisa Nichol by Lloyd Godman

empty without an invaders presence,
Waiting, waiting, waiting, set like an inevitable trap

Finally…………………………………
The invasion of space, a push through the thin invisible lines of privacy,
The barriers of persona
like waves on the stillest of seas, a breeze in a still forest, a pungent smell in the airs, the sock of a touch in the darkness,
an activator, a switch, a trigger, reaction

But the intervention the presence is monitored,
viewed, recorded displayed, assimilated into the whole context

It creates an enigma, a impasse,
once the viewer steps forward to leave there is a history of the space as part of them, and them as part of the space,

vacated the space sits
empty without an invaders presence,
Waiting, waiting, waiting, set like an inevitable trap

Who is caught and who caught them

Down stairway

Peering
Watching through the uncertainty of falling snow
Shadow eyes flicker in the white out of a chill down
Watching, viewing the stare looks backwards surrounded