#1046-A Walk

Every single day,

Signs appear.

Some pass by,

Unseen.

A few,

Reach home.

Rare seconds.

When eyes listen.

Feet stop.

Chatter ceases.

And the grassy field,

Staring back,

Shouts.

DO YOU SEE ME?

Stop cold.

Take a picture.

For tomorrow.

To remember.

The thought, moment, magic.

Knowing it’s futile.

Everything’s fleeting.

Until the next one,

Crying out,

To be seen.