Invisible

Took a flight into paradise,
where birds sing to the heavens
and a pineapple scent fills the air.
An overflow of lush greenery
a background to waters crystal clear.

Curled up on warm pavement
lay a man with nothing in hand
besides a cloak of invisibility,
concealing him from the crowd
that basked in the island’s tranquility.

On the beach lay dozens like him,
a few in handcrafted tents.
Cardboard signs asked for change
and expressed their pain,
lives lived before they got here.

Two extremes juxtaposed,
only one recognizes the other.