“One”

Ever felt you had nothing to say?

Not like persimmons looking pretty, all tempting the
Eye to come, see, touch…
Then you slit it open
And the flesh spills over,
Gooey, sticky, giving you red fingerprints!
Jerky motions go ’round your tongue that
Suddenly remind you of mucous
You only want to spit out of your mouth!

No, just sitting silent, like a Redwood,
Or a goldfish swimming in a common round bowl,
Acquiesced to everything and nothing but
Blooming in milliseconds no mortal eye can perceive…

Ever felt like a drippy oil stain, a huge blot no one wants
To see yet no one wants to remove? Almost a reminder that’s
Where you go, sort of not to disturb a rhythm,
A balance, a “look?”

Today is like that—
I just want others to walk by me,
No breadcrumbs are necessary,
No pity sigh like one breathes for an unruly weed next
To a flower bed of begonias;
I just want to be invisible…
Unidentified.