By the evening of a busy day

justam

I imagine quiet days
I'd be like a space-ship with a cloaking device
maybe I've watched a few/two Star Trek movies lately?
I feel I might like to be invisible sometimes
just living my life as if none of this
had ever happened the way it did
unknown, unseen, unburdened
free from the worry of possibly hurting someone else
so I can figure out how I got near here
how do I feel today?
what do I want to do?
Talk to you?
Silent side view?
Read 'til two?
Is there room on that bus?!
Take me across town
Is there room on some bench?!
Sit in the sun
Is there space to walk by those joggers?
I might just squeeze through,
over here unnoticed,
a mute person gliding in a city full of aggressive fast drivers
and cellphone walker-talkers