The Unpredictability of Eyes

Your eyes are unpredictable.
Somedays seeing the magic.
Other days missing it all.
Same eyes. Same world.
It is all in the seeing.

Some days the color is vibrant.
Other days you live in a dull world,
almost black and white. You see.
You don’t.

You see love. You don’t see love.
Life is easy. Life is a struggle.
God is close. He is far
and nothing changes except yourself,
harder to wrangle than a herd of angry cats/

And so you work at it. Stop. Think.
force yourself to look. To do more than look.
to see. To choose the sight
your heart needs most.

About this poem.

I am constantly amazed at the difference, day to day, in how I see. How I feel. It is not the world that changes, it is me.

The picture was taken in the warehouse of one of my favorite stores, Loot, which gathers things from factories and labs that are closing down or upgrading and resells them.

Tom