insignificance. you would say. little you feel.
passing is what i feel. but in reality i am the one stuck.

breezing past like a leaf caught in the wind.
i am the tree.

the motion of the picture.
i am that one, still shot.

triviality. that’s what others will say. nothing they feel.
As close as we can stand. but they will never notice you fleeting away from me.

the branches to my tree. but you do not feel the gush.

the lens to my camera. but you are out of focus.

mimic your actions. feel as little as you feel. do as little as you do.
Yet, I am the only one still stuck.

A’Cora Hickson is a staff writer