Eyes on a stranger’s face. Even blind
they can frame a person’s thoughts – windows in and out
are still windows if they’re glazed or frosted.
Seeing isn’t the only thing they can do.
Looking directly might hurt, like the sun. It’s okay
if you feel that way, distance and focus points help.
They might wash over you; a gentle wave on the coast.
More often than not, they will judge you, even if it’s unintentional.
Society might as well have us drink poison for all the filth we’re fed.
We can dress them up, paint them pretty colours
or frame them like precious art.
We can ignore them if they linger too long.
We can learn their greeting, learn their reluctance,
learn that everything and nothing might be hidden behind them.
Treeshallow Musings 