Born To See
how do you do it
to see what you see?
And I say,
my heart pools in my eyes
and I weep with the poignancy of love.
I see the generations who have worked
the fields and the August sweat that poured
off brows to be wiped by the long sleeves
on blue shirts. . long sleeves helped keep
the shards of thistles from piercing the skin.
And you say. . . . .
why work the sweat jobs that others can do
when you have money in the bank?
And I say. . . .
money in the bank is for the lean, cold months
when the fields do not produce.
You say. . . . .
I would find something else to do.
I say. . . . . . .
when you love the land and the peoples
who worked it before you, it is a requisite
to have that love primary.
Otherwise, you work for no thing, nothing.
Arguing, you say. . .
that old wreck of a plough needs replacing.
You need equipment and you need money.
What do you see?
I see. . . .
how wealthy I am.
The old plough sits with acres behind it;
I see bushes with thrushes, ponds with live waterfowl,
I see huge windrows of bundled hay,
and I think that feeding the peoples
is a good way to pay my way on this Earth.
You say. . . .
so you see what went before to form the picture now.
I say. . . . .
my heart sees the love that went into
the building of this dream.
And the dream puts food on the table
for the children in the final picture.
And you say. . . .
I cannot see it that way at all.
Then I conclude. . . .
perhaps we need to be born with eyes that see;
and we see what our hearts deem to be ours to see.
Perhaps you need to talk to the Potter.
photo by Kathy Qualiana
4 responses to “Born To See”
I love Born To See, Veronica! Thank you….
Magnificent piece! Your writing, the product of deep reflection and love is powerful. You speak of timeless, transcendent values
Pat, thank you for taking the time to comment. I appreciate that.
Lois. I hope I continue to be an instrument that reflects these transcendent values. Without them we are lost. Your perception is appreciated.