The Invisible Man

Sometimes I can slip

behind a cool breeze

into some mysterious void

and become invisible.

I can walk or sit

in a crowded place

like a playground filled with children,

and become invisible.

The children swirl around me

open-mouthed, laughing, and giggling.

Their eyes dance from point to point,

but never lay their sparkling glances upon me.

I only peer at them

from the edge of a cool breeze,

concealed behind the folds

of some unidentifiable eternity.