Invisibles

 

No, we do not walk alone

There are invisibles walking with us

Friends or foes, they’re there —they really are

When you’re spared from the jaws of death

You’re only a hairline from its snap

And the snare fails to have you trapped

 

When you fail to show up for a flight

The flight you’ve spent days waiting for.

You may or may not be sick

Yet you miss the flight, not by your own choice

You stress until you hear the demise of the quick machine

 

When you’re home and have no reason

Or intension to be out

Until you find a reason to drive around

Or pick from the store that which you really need not

And it becomes “Had I known I would have stayed still this day”

 

How do you go from saying farewell to a loved one

And therein find the one to soothe your pain

Coincidence –no, no, think again

As sure as God’s fresh air keeps us breathing and moving

Invisibles are with us on both sides of the aisle