I See You

    “Whoever closes his ear to the cry of the poor will himself call out and not be answered.”–Proverbs 21:13

I see you.

Hunched in the same coffee shop, more mornings than not.

Your head may be bowed, but you don’t seem broken–yet.

I see you.

Making swift inspections of all, but direct contact for none.

Sipping, or pretending to sip, from that emblazoned cup.

I see you.

Full head of gray hair trimmed in an unfashionable way.

Body thick. Were you once strong?

I see you.

Sitting in the usual spots around town as the evening sun sets.

Cart by your side, you remain visibly near people. Why?

I see you.

Blankets folded; stacked tidily upon that cart.

Socks drip-drying from the top

I see you.

Peaceful. Reserved. Quiet.

What were you like as a child?

I see you.

Did your mom sing to you and call you dear?

Did you have a father proudly call you son?

I see you.

Did you laugh, romp, and hoot with other boys your age;

Eat ice cream, blow bubbles, or catch a lightening bug in a jar?

I see you.

What is your name?

What is your story?

I know you see me too

Because one day, by chance, or was it purpose,

Your eyes met mine.

I saw the glint.

Short though it was.

Was that acceptance that I saw?

I see you.



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