Some solitary people discover that being, invisible to others, can be a superpower.
The Hermit
The hermit lives
In awe kinds
Of whether
Full of grays alone
Clear to the heavens
Son of the fodder
Of vague rumors and unseemly gossip
Maps without legends
And then some
Many wonderings
Of weather living
In a backwoods shack
In a small house on the edge of town
In a grungy apartment in the city
In a cave atop a mountain
Awe the same
And yet holy deferent
