Recognition Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

For years, like an unwavering devotee,
I wore an air of solemn mystery.
No one noticed me.

So I began to speak with the bright
glow of a fountain’s rainbow light.
No one, no one saw my plight.

Then I cavorted like a circus clown,
seeking applause and ultimate renown.
Elicited nothing but a dismissive frown.

Till at last, wrapped in a cloud,
high above the slowly gathering crowd:
“Watch me, I can fly! ” I said out loud.

Now I am out of sound
and sight in the secretive ground

whilst all around, into templed fingertips,
my praises, virtues, tumble from their lips.