In the beginning

                                                I’m nobody who’s anybody

                                                           I’m nobody who’s who

                                                But when anybody is nobody

                                                          I’ll see you through,

                                                I’ve gone before you

                                                          yet behind you

                                                I’m around

                                                         but never found,

                                                Elusive as the wind that blows,

                                                        as transparent as a smile,

                                                                 that crosses upon

                                                                        the pond of face,

                                                                             and then



                                                                               s.k. lindeman