It would seem difficult to disappear when
There is traffic to watch for
The edge of the sidewalk
The cross signal about to change
And the universe in the midst of swallowing one whole.
It would seem difficult to disappear when
There is a meeting to chair
An opinion to give
Errors to correct
And the lilac scented wind blowing through everything.
The skin of the newly molted crayfish is tender to the touch, but
The person of no skin has no inside/outside to touch.
Who is there to disappear?
Yet still the Mayflies find screens to perch on with no difficulty at all.
Carolyn Seburn
27 May, 2015
Photo credit: Barry Cottam
Mountain Moon Sangha of Ottawa 