INVISIBLE MAN

Invisible Man

Since I have mastered the art of the ghost
No one can see me and I am happily lost.

A hazard of light glazing a puddle,
The edge of a shadow stuck in your eye,
Or the wafting scent of morning toast
Are more substantial than my sigh;
I am less than the air, and more subtle.

I wanted the world of myself to vanish,
To walk in the evening and not stir an ion
Like dew in the grass that the rabbits nibble.
But I don’t whisper in the ear of this Zion
Nor do I startle, attract or astonish.

No love in the wind for the invisible
I disturb the leaves of a silent Sybil.