I See Myself

I See Myself (4)

I see myself in every face

Each widened eye, each line of grace

Each unsure lip, each cheek of colour

As we are one, are we not the other?

I see myself in every fear

Each private moment of despair

Each suffocating tragedy

Each new hope born of alchemy

I see myself in every park

Each sun-soaked leaf, and strip of bark

Each lover lain beneath a tree

Each sacred simplicity

I see myself on every street

Each pair of brightly sneakered feet

Each warm hand clasping onto love

Each bareboned branch trembling above