Entity

I am not
mist to swirl
and lose myself
behind leaves,
round stones
or vaguely disappear
in darkening skies.
Yet you
gaze past and
through me -
because of you
I am insubstantial -
a nothingness,
a no-count female.
The difficulty
is in fashioning
some pliant bladder
in which to scoop myself
to be contained
without escaping
into incoherence.

Rosemary Wildblood