I can see right through me today.
I can see through this desk and
chair, and sedentary room;
through this empty house, and
the rooms I no longer go into;
through the unlatched front door,
and the overgrown path that brought
us here. I can see past the stoic
oak and the mourning cypress
tree in the front yard, and past
the century plant waiting to bloom.
And, of course, now I can see
right through this poem. But,
I still can’t see past you.
Be the change you want to see in the world