The Poetry of Walking through Crowds

“A Translucent Feeling” *

I am a ghost,

 Who cuts through the crowd,

 Like a ripple deep in a teeming sea;

 Seen but unseen.

 

I am the shadow,

 That trails your lumbering bones,

 With the density of a phantom limb;

 Felt but unfelt

 

I am an echo,

 Reverberating against the walls,

 And escaping into the sky;

 Heard but unheard

 

A blip on the radar,

 An outlying raindrop,

 The burst from the stars

 For which you do not stop.

*With special assistance from V.Z.