She watched

She watched as her words
got run over by cars
and trucks,
flattened on the wet pavement,
and flowed down gutters
into the sewer.

She watched as the itty bitty words
and the gargantuan words all
seemed to evaporate,
vaporize
into mist,
were recycled
and rained again and again and again,
sometimes even piling up
waiting to be read...

but it all boiled down to
no thing,

just music
and squiggles,

jiggles,

and giggles

I can

“I can”

and the gasoline flows...
wings...
breath...

before I notice
it is happening.

“I can’t”

and the train is off the track
in the ditch
unable to see how it will ever
move over such rocky terrain.

What a magician!
mind

believe it and you see it,
even though it is not there

now watch the caterpillar
walk straight up the wall,
the fly rest
upside down…
on the ceiling

what an amazing show

that isn't

what if

what if
all people wore masks,
a simple white veil,
and the sound of their voice
was but one,
your own,

and all people laughed exactly like you
and thought as you do,
even believed as you do,

what if
you could clearly see that?