Nobody

Nobody hides
in plain sight
of all the world
vernacular

surely only present
in the mind; else,
we couldn’t see
for nobody, all around.

Nobody thus present
only in the mind
                (her gifts he
                did not take)
as when I say, “Nobody’s here!”
not noticing my hidden companion

(now a sea-captain fearing
the bane stowaway).

Nobody thus exists,    persists,
revealing of himself:
ghost of the railroad past;
wolves a-prowl in the snowwhite
either side the careful tracks,
neither one nor several.

Leaving us with, at the very least,
an insane proxy for solitude, or,
more likely, a spirit of staunch longing

amongst us
each & every moment.

Nobody his own best friend
as god to dog to man
real because we made him
real, only really there
when truly he is not.