The Magic of Seeing
I could hear it
the sound of a heartbeat knocking against ribs
A light flutter of wings
A rustling
I knew it was there
Knew it was close
so I opened my vision and looked up
There are some things that are bottled like a message
And left in a river to find as a way to eventually be seen
There are some things that are buried like a time capsule
waiting to see a day in a better future
There are somethings that are lit afire
waiting for a full-bodied transformation
because the present form is unacceptable
But there are somethings that can’t be hidden
Some things exist on the outside of the skin
or right under the surface where they can’t hide themselves
These are pockets of authenticity
refuse to be shamed
refuse to wait
refuse to transform
A pocketed knowing
living less like a secret
and more like a signal
a rustling
a knocking
A voice.
