On an inspirational day of writing, my friend said to me... Write with the clarity of your vision. Write how you see the world through your eyes. So, I decided to take a picture of my face, which ended up with only one eye in the shot. I thought, is this how I see the world? Do I only see half of life? Truly, with two eyes open, this is what I wrote.
Do You Believe What You See
My eyes embrace the innocence in a baby’s foot
and the splendor in the unfolding of the American flag.
I kiss a child’s knee, scraped by concrete, where
red blood flows, and again, gains the depth
of a teary smile, all mounted on my touch. I saw you
look into blue eyes, no words dare change that excitement.
I see the lies from a teenager’s mouth. Snow storms,
saving lives, loss and sorrow, laughter and building a home .
I witnessed a shattered man with no shoes, a mother,
a woman beaten down. Did I see it? No, I saw it.
I see the majestic sun rise, hues of orange and rose, rain,
green, night, and hope-- all an exploding blue sea on earth.
Was it a yellow bumble bee or was it black? Or white?
Or was it a wasp? Will love be strong enough to change that?
Was it underage drinking? Butterfly wings fluttering?
Perjury? Stealing? Or a drug deal in the make?
Can we trust what we see? Seeds planted far away
in our dreams? A window of plans? An open door into life?
Do you have them?
Can you remember them?
Can you tell me?