Playing Fair and Being Kind

WINDOW
4 Minute Exercise Poem

The eyes are a window
Both ways,
To see and be seen,
Let the light shine in
AND out,
Show me your soul as I
Pour mine toward you,
Do you see the tail end of my
Extruded life? Not yet?
Keep looking…it will come to you.

I sense your intelligence will conquer
The distance
And time
I’ve spent
Attaching distractions to stymie the clarity of a
Pure Look at me.
Don’t stare. Let your eye penetrate.
I’m here right now.

G. M. Goodwin
September 18, 2019