In the Background
I’m sitting here, in my favorite hiding spot.
I’ve become this invisible particle in proportion
To the enormity that is life.
I’m listening to conversations about unrequited love,
Betrayal, mid-term reports, celebrity gossip.
I wonder if I fit into any of it, even the smallest bit.
I can’t find a subject to start, I can’t find the words
To voice my own opinion on the matter.
I keep silent so as not to reveal my position,
However lonely it may be.
I’ve remained so long I just may be melting
Into the picnic table where my ass parked itself.
Perhaps my hair has made peace with the branches
That once hovered above my head,
I can’t even tell a difference between the two.
My voice ran off with the birds that sang too sweetly
To resist, and they’re mocking my inability to object.
I can’t be too surprised though,
I was always meant to be part of the scenery.