However Vacant

However vacant I may seem,

My thought is like a dream

Into a land it takes me far

Till I forget the hour.

..

And then when someone calls me out

Startled I look about,

Forgetting what my dream had been

The places I had seen.

..

It’s not what I may say out loud

Or that if I feel proud

It’s what might not get through to them——

The roots that grow to stem

..

For if they could just wait a bit

Then maybe they could sit

Under the shade of tallest green

To see me from within.