Clothing the Invisisble Man
If it weren't for the garments
on his invisibility,
you wouldn't see him at all,
as he silently paces through your (almost)
empty house, as if he belongs there.
Waiting for your communications with him
to begin, and to become
meaningful in some way.
Did you forget he existed?
Have you always ignored his presence?
Are you doomed now to have him wandering around in your space
without recognition or presence?
Is he frightening to you?
It's okay. Perhaps he is just leaving now,
never to return.
You say wait don't go?
Did he hear you?
Can you tell that how?
Will he now walk through the door?
Writing by Regina Stemberger