look

look.
look into those crevices
with eyes that pry open

the dark and mysterious;
look.
look into those wounds
that smart with the salt of tears
washing them in a quiet embrace;
look.
look into those weights
that bear you down
when all you want is to fly;
look.
look into those thoughts
that want to rush in
to fill up and meld every pause;
look.
look at what you want to look at,
what's in your purview,
what's in your slack;
look.
look into your own eyes
as you look into the world,
yes, you always have a choice.

and so I look into these eyes,
that often rest in the cracks
where new life throbs,
waiting for its time, to rise.