They see me so clearly
Having lifted so many curtains
Blocking the view in both directions
Many drapes remain
Opaque and heavy
I can’t figure out how they open
But if anyone could help me
I feel like it could be them
Even from the other side
Of that river that separates us
Walking their paths so clearly understood
While mine twist and split and fork in confusion
Gazing across that river
Watching them on segments of their path
Visible from here
I have to wonder
Do I see them the same?
Do I see them truly?
Do they open themselves to me
With their deepest honest thoughts
Critical truths
And most vibrant rêveries?
What remains obscured
Behind those hanging tapestries
So ornate and rich
They haven’t parted for me?
February 1 (-ish) – 15, 2025
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