New Place

Here, I am unknown, unnoticed, unimportant.
I move as though a low flying cloud, floating, a vapor.
Everything passes through me and I through it, unscathed.
I am just an essence, a ghost, a spirit.
Apart and yet a part of life, belonging yet longing to be free,
to be gone where I am known and loved.
Like a specter spectating, a mirage, a figment of someone's imagination,
a speck in some unsuspecting eye.
As a ship in the night I pass by, unrecognised and alone.