They know exactly the answer
but silence, uncertainty, are the frontrunner
While the master sleeps well,
the maid sits in her chair,
waiting,
tranquil, with her pale face.
The maid wants to leave but the master has asked her to wait,
–for him to awake.
Awaiting.
Another rhetorical question comes up
Why you have to wait while you have the liberty to run away?
Is it loyalty? Is it love? Is it compassion? Is it commitment or is it fulfilling promises? or is it just stupidity?
The maid closes her eyes. She waits.
That’s the only thing she knows.
