Difficult as it is
to be understood,
it seems it's
harder still
just to be seen.
We point to
the sky and say
azure blue
or sage green
for the sea, as if
it were true.
Worse still, we
look inside
and describe things
we find there as
whisper-soft,
or cunning,
or disciplined,
or young—but then
hoard away those attributes
like the balance
on a gift card
stored safe
inside our wallets
with no intention
to redeem.
