Unseen Poem by Matt Mooney

To start a two way conversation
One only needs a little initiation
For we all love communication.

I waited idly by to dropp a coin
Into the busker’s open banjo case
Belonging to the bluegrass singer
Seated on a box, his only stage.

His head eclipsed his instrument,
And his hair a weeping willow,
Looking into the mirror of his music
Dwelling in his dreams alone,
Singing of a certain Madeleine:
His voice on that balmy afternoon
Surfing sound waves easy and slow,
High boots dancing down below.

As he stopped I dropped the coin
And we entered into conversation;
For that minute when we chatted
His face filled with animation
And his eyes lit up and smiled –
Making my move in the interval
A small adventure worth the time;
I could have taken it for granted
That this person didn’t matter
For he preferred to be unseen
But as we chatted eye to eye,
We bridged the difference between.

People can be either a shining light,
Finding the spirit in each other,
Or they can try to force their way
Into minds they wreck and smother:
A shining torch could save your life
But used as a weapon can kill you.





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