8.13

you've pulled your knees up under your chin
it is innocent, quiet, and clean
eyes elsewhere
you're invisible, it seems, and nobody needs to look at you

so i look away, fear
eating through my confidence
that's one thing i will not do
stare
but if i could, i hope you know i would not

why is the grass so bright today
who dictated the color of the sky
and when did this breeze pick up
to move the trees in a quiet dance
was it You, or did i only notice when i looked up from you