i can’t see myself/you make me visible/real.
Who’s listening, anyway? can you hear?
When i speak and there’s no answer i think, does it matter?
Should i repeat/clarify, were you listening?
Should you look my way, do you see more of me?
In the moment/energy/do i need your eyes set on mine to engage in connection?
Making something out of nothing?
My questioning transforms me into something new, something i wasn’t just a moment ago.
Imperceptible is my understanding.
Unseeable is how i feel, veiled from your love.
Ungraspable is my perception.
This ghostly feeling that if you don’t see me, there’s no love.
Where is love?
i see/capture things others don’t.
nuances/subtleties/unspoken phrases underneath the good morning.
if there’s a sound, am i seen?
when thought arises, “do i matter?”, and already has become a story i’ve attached myself to; can i let it go, let it go, let it go?
Are two necessary to create experience?
am i a writer should no one read my words?
am i a musician should no one hear my song?
isn’t this all a prayer to the invisible that fills up and includes all the spaces of this entirety?
if you don’t see me, am i alive?
who is the seen and who is the seer?
just for now, and now, and now,
ahh….i make my own cloak.
Poetry prompt by Mary Kling over at dVerse/Invisibility