Invisibility

It still amazes you how much happens
in a pair of weeks. How a life can turn,
how much can be lost, how opportunites rise,
the storms that come and go leaving
wreckage and clean air thick as fog,
with no clear path to what’s next.
And all the while you are invisible

It is not the facts of a life that matter,
but heart, too often buried to accommodate
others that in time, no one sees you
until they do.

About this poem.

A poem of grief. A poem of opportunities. A poem of the past couple of weeks. A poem about how easily we can become invisible A lot of us do. .A poem of the time between seasons. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken at the Musuem of Contemporary Art in NYC.

Tom