J.Edse

The Hidden

People
moving within the trees
to be seen
or unseen

like a hunter
or hunted
they\'re not trying,
it comes natural to them
like being able to 
spot more shades of green
than any other color

as they blend in
throughout life
in all sorts of special ways.

Like a child
who stands in the back
of a school photo
behind everyone else
and their entry says:

NOT PICTURED

they were there
left their mark
but only some remember.

Stepping in a puddle first 
so a girl didn\'t have to
or giving a new teacher an apple 
on their first day.
nobody noticed
but the act
was done
nevertheless.

Or an elevator operator
who says what floor
and you magically
arrive at it.

These people
have perfected the subtle art
of being there in the background
at the right place
at the right time
without even trying

a nature state
stating
like a waterfall
falling

or a race horse
shooting
out of the gate
at 10-1 odds
it has charm.

A janitor
taking care of a school
master of their own domain
scrubbing floors 
under moonlight

producing a shine so elegant
that the reflections
could be mistaken for ghosts

coming back to life
for one last dance.

They know their place
and they know their worth,
performing every day
for an audience
sight unseen.

Its natural

without all the hustle
of thinking about what to do
or how to do it.

These people
are automatons
of their own free will
living in a world

absent
of fear, judgment, or pride
over
competitiveness
or abuse.

They keep quiet
hidden to themselves
not standing out
but doing their jobs
all the same.

Living life
and playing a part.
They are the ones
who make the world
go around.