In the mix
In the mix we are invisible,
serving nothing on a platter,
keeping it to ourselves, private,
zero for the anonymous crowd,
too busy on their phones to notice
us trip around the bright lights
of broader places. Myriad faces spill
to bring colour to this urban grey.
Movement is swift to call us
away from our small, brick prisons.
The day is lithe, an idle sprite
seeking a play thing, a listener,
and we are free here, one to one,
a part of nature’s lichen green.
Where the sea is waking we can breathe
and idle an hour just seeing.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 13, 2020
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