Today feels like one of those days when
you never happen to catch your
own reflection anywhere
Timing always just off
Angles just odd or unexpected

Like a ghost losing all semblance of self
in and among the populace
A last lone jigsaw puzzle piece
dropped under the sofa and
badly mangled by the vacuum

Neither performer nor audience member
an existence reduced to a
sometimes functioning surveillance camera
Non-subtle yet wholly ignored
Potential always trumping utility and allure

The relationship between creation and consumption
Never optimal always complicated by fluidity
Need Want Expectation and Responsibility
Measurement units irrelevant when
balancing scales is only objective