to go as far as two blocks
away from the ghouls
searching up tree tops
and in the shadows,
under rocks and
among the flowers
in the neighbors' gardens
to find me when I was a kid.
When I was a kid
I learned the art of
being invisible
from a shinobi
in a dream after
kung fu movie night
with my father.
I used to practice it hard
in hide-and-seek with friends,
walking to school by myself,
being around strangers.
Since then and to this day
I walk among the crowds of people
and they can't see me.
No one can.
Like riding a bike,
hiding
is something you
never forget.
I've become a pro
at being invisible.
(Posted to the Toads)
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ReplyDeleteVery poignant! Everyone should be seen by someone...
ReplyDeleteInnocent!
ReplyDeleteand, perhaps, why you've become a crooked poet. and the rest of us, too. really like this piece ~
ReplyDeleteYou can't see the invisible and unless you are invisible yourself. This works to the heart of self and others, to both childhood and ultimate place.
ReplyDeleteThis takes a childhood survival tactic and turns it into something metaphoric and psychological. I really like the way you wrapped the whole idea up in the final stanza.
ReplyDeleteThis touches my heart in a haunting way… I too feel invisible much of the time.
ReplyDeleteInvisibility is a thing whose novelty would wear off, I think.
ReplyDeleteI so relate to this... I have traveled to literally a thousand places and many of them no one knew I was there...
ReplyDeleteHi Kenia....I remember oftentimes feeling invisible as well. Sometimes I feel the most invisible with hordes of people around...parties for example, surrounded by people I don't know well & who don't make eye contact. Your poem resonates.
ReplyDelete…this led me down an interesting road to ponder. For observation purposes, being "invisible" is nice. I took a road trip by myself a while back, saw some historic places - it was nice and calming, I thought.
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