Tucking Myself Away

Tucking myself away, year after year,
Neatly folding myself up and tucking myself
Into the pages of my books; into the
Quiet places in my life. Neatly tucked away.
Invisible. Hidden.Quiet. Safe.
Not present to a bruising world.
Invisibility becomes a way of life. Becomes Life.

So now, even walking in a public place
Feels like taking my clothes off in front of a stranger.
I pull my coat around me, and practice the art
Of becoming invisible. I turn to the sea,
And the sky, and the birds. I walk to
The quiet places, less populated. Still
Neatly tucked away, hidden to the world.

Dublin Bay from Irishtown Nature Reserve
12 January 2012