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.