observe
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She was always a mess
Scabs on her face
Dried blood under her fingernails
Her heart throbbed until
It crumbled
And pieces of it cluttered the floor
Like words in my mind that I wanted to say to her
This isn’t some side job
that you can pick up
whenever you have
extra seconds on
your wristwatch.
The nebulas of your eyes
are always looking,
observing each individual
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib
Observing the sunlight peering through my window
Tumbled stones
Ebbing tides
Salty mist
Nature's prize
Breathing in
Letting go
The history of our ancestors have been painted on the walls of the earth/
Painted by war, painted by death, but hopefully these paintbrush strokes by God’s right hand may color life onto our canvass/
It’s amazing how unobservant
Most people are.
Drifting, faces and handshakes
Do they notice he remains still?
Silent within and nearly un-phased
You’re just a slip in his routine
