I want glasses to see with.
Glasses for the inside of me.
Glasses that make friends
in the dark,
to see who I pray to.
Glasses to see where time sleeps,
to see who stays with dying animals,
to read the bark of trees,
the story of the stones.
And glasses
to understand emptiness,
where the invisible lives
until it has a face.
Glasses for Seeing
Published inIndex of all Poems