…can you see me?

Yesterday I looked at you from the window of a bus gliding by on the other side of the road

Last night I walked across the lawn of your mind, leaving footprints

This morning, as the dew of sleep evaporates, each thought stands upright and they are lost

All week long I’ve played hide and seek amongst the pixels

Sometimes I’ve snuck my inanely grinning face into a photo

Other times I’ve run along behind the headlines, crouching low – and appearing only in the gaps

Today I might just sidle in as you pray and lean my head on your bowed shoulder

I am prickly, and yet you want to reach out for me

I am indistinct, and yet when the light hits me just so I can dazzle you

I am…

…an idea.