|
| anonymous |
| and all these people that |
| i do not know |
| and they don't know me, too |
| so here in public, i |
| can by some godlike dispensation then |
| defy the laws of nature: here, |
| in public, i will drift |
| through the unseeing crowds |
| unseen, anonymous, |
| a spectered ghost invisible to all, |
| yet they will clear, as if by instinct still, |
| a path to let me through themselves -- |
| kind gestures normally reserved |
| for any obstacle that bars |
| their way, be it a monument |
| or garbagecan -- |
| I am condemned to wander |
| until they tell me which. |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
