Footsteps quick yet quieter than grass growing
Past singles in cars parked in the middle of the road
Past bus wait-ers, school go-ers, dog walk-ers
They turn slightly, drawn like static cling
I am gone!
I am out!
No one sees me
I am felt only as a sudden warmth
Seen as a reflection gliding over shop windows
A shadow slipping off fences off faces off sides
On Wednesdays I choose invisibility
On Wednesdays I am powerful
On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Invisible.”