The invisible woman

She slipped invisible
between the pages
unnoticed, finding her own way,

invisibility is a curse,
and a power –

I mean, it’s terrible to be

and yet, invisible, you can
work your way into
the heart of things.

She wore invisibility
like a cloak,
used it to hide

hair unbrushed,
comfortable shoes,
hands untended,

slipped between
blades of grass,
between sheets
of plate glass,

sipped coffee
watched the world.



For Lillian, a very visible woman, at dVerse. We are invited to think about superpowers, real, imaginary, whatever.