houdini

[ a picture and a poem - day five ]

if i could choose 
a superpower,
i'd never say invisibility.
i already possess the power
to sit in a coffee shop 
and become as forgotten as
the waft of lemon scones
baking slowly in the oven,
or the snowdrift drones
whisking against the window.
as forgotten as the 
creaks in the hardwood floor
that reverberate to a tempo,
etched like soundwaves 
on the surface of the door.
if you pay attention,
i'm as forgotten as  
the slow murmur of the 
woman whisper-reading
shakespeare in the corner.
like a prayer,
forgotten,
amid all of the
arrogance in the air.