It follows the sun
like currency
striking the sadness
like a match
it will crawl
into your new
into places never wandered
into your blank space
quilting upon your imperfections
making you see more than
what was intended
troubling your mirrored
reflection
you search your eyes

Eyes tell the truth sometimes
but like the earth
even eyes contain secrets
compartments
chambers
holes
wounds
from a life
of pushing down

The clouds surface onto your TOTAL
lack of understanding
of who you are in this world
your presence sparks conversations
making you lose sight
like fog

what is inside of you
surfaces pavements
unseen
cloudy and drifting
suffering to truth

Who Am I, when no one is looking?
Who Am I, when I am unseen?

The earth remains beautiful
whether we take notice or not.

Now its my turn.