just call me Mr Invisible
trying to make my way
along Toorak Rd to the office
every person I pass on the street
seems to just expect that i’ll move
out of their way
because I’m only one person
and can’t I see how
much more important they all are?
in the afternoon
on the way back to the bus
it’s the same all over again
and then
when i’m standing at the bus stop
thinking it’s finally over
i hear some guy
shouting “excuse me!”
from his four-wheeled bicycle
wanting to get past
on the terminally narrow footpath
i apologize
and move sideways
hoping for the ground to swallow me up
sooner rather than later.