invisible

Invisible -

he knew his most important work

was when someone else said his ideas

not even knowing that weren't his own.

He sought that most subtle

manipulative of powers the power

of the mind behind the words

the imagination unleashed from

the bondage of too many assumptions

quietly enhancing empowering

to illicit

the want that wants to be wanted.

That conversation

with the head of police

after the workshop -

his head bowed

shoulders straight - nothing but

responsibility

and too many late nights

and the sights that should not be seen;

despite all that

something was - missing

not a person a process an insight - something a

transformation.

Then the Invisible one

said a few quiet words

a question, posed at the right moment -

a breath of fresh air

in the light of darkness,

the coffee stained carpet gave way to

patterns to

recognition.

When the Chief

repeated the words of the Invisible one

into the microphone and the assembled ones

nodded in appreciation

He chuckled to himself:

a job well done.

That they walk far:

that is all he asked for.

But what happens

When the client stops calling

when the donations from the corporations

stop rolling in and the monastery

where he had studied and practiced the art of

invisibility

use up their stores

of bread and bones?

What happens

when people don't want his services

because they don't know what he does

when the shape-shifter

can not be found because he is shifting shape

too often?

What happens

when the invisible

must become visible

to be found

to be made

invisible

again?

It was the crisis that did it

forced him to play his card and

choose

a shape for the world to see

force him to take a pathway

in the direction of love done fiercely.

he could hide and possibly drown

in the rising tides around his

island of sweet lavender and oaks and

the cell of the celtic

or he could build himself the raft

of left over animal skins and new friendships

tie tight a few books on his back and

travel

to a new world where he

didn't recognise himself -

We've done it before we

pioneers. Who said we ever wanted

to be someone else's hero we just

aimed for survival - and some of us sought

-justice

for those others who had been invisible

far too long

who needed

the knowledge we had harvested

each on our own blundering pathway:

to step out of the

shape shifting role we had to say

this is who we are

and we have had

enough

of the invisibility.

when did all that humility

come to mask the perfectionism

'i'll do it all my way',

stop the publishing the

realisation of the visioning the

articulation the action the

actual birthing of

something that resembles

sustainability -

it is not so

soft.

when must the Great Invisibility

show Its face upon the waters -

when is it time

for those made in It's image

to emerge from hiding?

when the waters

are rising.