Kingfishers#9, Selves

"Deals out that being indoors each one dwells"

SELVES

How like a house our selves are;

Our eyes and mind it’s windows

And we looking hard at others' lives

Can no more see our self as others do

Than see our house as we gaze from it

At yards and houses that obscure our view.

But those on the other side

Retuning looks from inside themselves

See our self so large that like a house

It looms from distance with a clear outline

Etched sharp against the evening sky,

The windows glowing with our inner light;

Beacon, beckoning to the passerby

That which we cannot see of self.

Need we see it? Know what that beacon offers?

Would seeing it make the offer better?

I think not. That as we are we’re meant to be

Watch each step alone, where it takes wait to see.