I see you. I am gazing into your vast dark with my white-blue eyes;
You of this viscous space. You and your hand-made wise.
I fear you’ll shout, “Move along now! There is nothing here to see!”
Though you’d be wrong. You’d be speaking only of the bark on the birch tree;
That sways and bends in the howling, blowing, keening wind … yet
Does not break. It gives little shade to those who seek solace in the TV set.
I suppose I played an unplanned game of hide-and-seek. Counting one, two, three.
Hoping mightily that none would try hard enough to find me.
I am tricky to find, you see, buried down and down, so deep;
Beneath years of books and words and thoughts piled steep.
We who dwell in the Land of Law we value thought and reason above all;
And strive from the first year in school to wrap emotion in a pall.
Amid the soaring, sailing song, I heard a crack in my heart’s protective wall that did;
Allow a pouring out of pain, and love, and empathy amid;
A rip, a tear, a tiny thread pulled loose and the darkness deepened;
I saw clearly in each heart my own. Seven voices rising did sweeten;
The sound of hallelujah rocketed, skyward on a river of song.
I see you. I am gazing into your vast dark. I realize it’s you, my friend I’ve known my whole lifelong.