seen and not seen


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.