Under Trees and On Sidewalks

He was invisible.
I wanted him to be invisible.

I wanted me to be invisible, 

so I lied when I said I had no change today.

No words had crossed my lips.

He sat still beneath the tree 

while people passed by, their gaze

suddenly, imperceptibly stiffening,

shifting up, up and away.

We all see invisible people

under trees

on sidewalks

at the end of boulevards.

What invisible stories are 

behind crayon cardboard signs?

Who can I look in the eye?

Which one can I trust?

Which one?

“And hence he must be invisible; for a spirit cannot be 
seen by the eye of man:  nor is there anything in this 
principle contradictory to reason or experience.”
~ Adam Clarke