PAD - Day 29 What Nobody Knows Poem - No One Knows

No One Knows

No one knows that I am.

Already gone and not quite

yet born –

floating

on a filament

watching – the reshaped

converging coalescing

particles of that me you

create from the flotsam

and reality of your book

of my physicality, as I –

stroll through the plains

of this extra-ordinary life –

whilst dancing in the sand

of Serengeti – melting into

the aquamarine sea under

a scintillating sparkled sun

lazing on a single leaf in the

whispered rustling of green.

No one knows that I am.

Already gone and not quite

yet born –

floating

figuring

it

all

out