to be hardly noticed...

photo by Edward Rinaldi ©

to be hardly noticed 

as life 
is going by 
day to day 
month by week 

you keep 
yourself busy 
employed 
perhaps

fitting in 
somewhere 
no one notices 
you much

you're a poet
clouding angles 
shadowing will 
and heralds

you write 
mostly about 
the selfish 
you 

how you commit 
to folly 
pleasure 
and iniquity

while knowing 
each year 
you proclaim 
adhering need 

to stopping seasons
to slowing down enough
to try to tend to 
what you can 

what you can
remember without 
being inspired 
to do so

wordless 
is your best poem 
you wonder 
just how often 

one needs 
an ear, nose 
and shoulder 
lean specialist

you see
awe almost always 
elopes with anticipation 
these days 

patience 
on the internet 
the new mob fancy 
is a dead art 

it was said 
Niagara Falls was frozen 
and their roar 
was a faint whisper 

the couple was...
trembling 
embodied
impatience 

a distilled 
empty almost
wanting to be 
poured all the way

EJR ©