Field of Vision

Field of vision is your dream.

It’s what you see that is different from me.

It could be cloudy; it could be magnified.

It could be shaded, or red, or through a pin-hole.

It’s all in how you look at it.

Where do your views come from - 

inside your head? experience?

I don’t see things your way.

I’m farsighted, not near,

but only in one eye these days.

The other I save for reading poetry,

and it is red and tired,

from too much time spent in my head

looking at things my way,

not yours.

Maybe if I just borrow your glasses ...

I doubt it would help.

Our eyes are different – brown and blue.

Where you see close up - the here and now -

I see how things could be – will be – might be – one day.

I see hope and a future;

You see the only the past.

Is your view a good one?

Is it blooming?  Is it colorful?

Now mine is hot and oppressive.

I long for something cooler.

I long to be alone with thoughts all day.

I long to have no one who needs me,

Where I can be accountable only to me –

But I long for you, too.

The way you long – long – long for a sense of belonging.

You long to be honorable, to be thought of highly.

You long to have the world recognize what I have –

That you really matter,

Like I really matter.

Can’t you see that?

If we matter to each other,

what else really matters?

Put on my glasses and tell me what you see.

Can you see me?