You will find me looking at the rears
Of signs, simply because everyone else
Looks at the other side. I retire from view,
Hiding while giving the illusion of purpose,
Fooling no one but myself.

You will find me in this oasis of life
In a semi slumbering city, where I conceal
Myself in plain view obscured by the eyes
Of strangers, forgotten after infinitesimal encounters.

Here, I have spent so many frantic minutes
Acquiescing to the desire of my pen to crawl
Across countless pages in pursuit of
Something I know is there but always, somehow,
Remains out of sight.

In another phase of my life, there were
Revelations, epiphanies (even though I hate that word),
Moments of long awaited clarity that I have
Not exactly forgotten, but merely
Failed to integrate into my life; neglected
To transform from two dimensions to three.

It seems like another life now.

You will find me here, but only if
You choose the right day from hundreds
In which I am far more likely to hide
Elsewhere, behind a thin façade that
Almost resembles a normal life.

On those other days, I hide from
What I have learned here and elsewhere,
From all the risks I fear taking,
From the person I fear I might be.

Today, I hide here instead, giving
The illusion of being brave and open
While being anything but.

11/19/2015

Posted on 01/07/2016
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