the unseen

I see you

on the top of the tree

watching the sunset

fully present in the red glow of dusk;

I hear you

calling to say you’re here;

On an island amid the hard top landscape

among loud iron beasts screaming by

and double-pane prisons

armored against what’s real;

Your world just a blur to busy eyes

unable to see what’s in plain sight;

I see you

I hear you

I feel you

I love you