15 Nov 2016

We do it every day, don’t we, Marcus? Walk down the crowded street, in the morning rush hour, completely invisible. The man with whom I did a tiny sidestep dance as our impatient courtesy tried to hurry on, or that lady who swayed and ducked under my umbrella, swearing under her breath, didn’t see me. And the young woman who handed me my coffee. She never even glanced at my face.

And yet that anonymity lets us be. Just our thoughts, walking us on a leash, as we swerve and stumble towards something familiar.

Maybe it is the reprieve we like, a break from wanting to be seen and heard and admired and liked. A few minutes of being with others who also want nothing more than their own space, hidden in plain sight, without their masks. But only for a while.

Perhaps we fear falling like that tree in the forest, without an audible thud to mark life… or death.

Think of stars imploding in their kaleidoscopic splendour, the opera we neither see nor hear. It might be that we aren’t the target audience.

the roar and the hush
as one wave describes the shore
to the next

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30 thoughts on “15 Nov 2016

  1. This is my favorite ! Wow! “not the target audience’! And what if the waves are playing follow the leader, performing for each other? Like the narrator and Marcus? I’m swooning. The dynamc is so true it promotes itself quietly, with a little grin. An everyday profundity. Thank you.

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  2. What a wonderful write.
    “the roar and the hush
    as one wave describes the shore
    to the next
    beautiful words.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  3. This is absolutely breathtaking a write,❤️Especially resonated with; “Maybe it is the reprieve we like, a break from wanting to be seen and heard and admired and liked.” Beautifully penned.

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  4. How wonderfully you’ve captured that time and space where one is really invisible in plain sight. Thanks to those rush hours when one doesn’t even have time to die…love the end haiku..’roar’, ‘hush’, ‘wave’ and ‘shore’ bring about such vastness….

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  5. I particularly love your closing par, and the verse. But I don’t crave that aspect of city life. I love living in a small town, where people not only know you but say hello as you walk down the street.

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  6. … sweet poem… makes me think, there’s this marketing or advertising term I heard for ppl who see the campaign but are not viable consumers of its products: waste… or maybe my friend just made that up.

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