Invisible going on Visible

I remember Boca Raton a few years ago.

Met for Chinese in the mall to dull

the newness of companionship.

Funny how people find each other

In a crowd.

A million neighborhoods churning and

Writhing between us at the time did not

dissuade the eyes to see or the hearts to

lean forward in America of all places.

Between the shining seas a vastness of invisible

People and a paper detailing their freedom.

And they bump into the other thinking they

are the only ones and there’s chaos now.

This sort of loud deafening silence of voices

that can’t see and eye’s that won’t hear.

So goes the merry go round now,

and the maw of death.

But at least then I think we loved that the other lingered,

and so we got Chinese that day.

The invisible going on visible.