The Conun Drum

You look into their eyes,
trying to see
what they see,
which is what you saw, once, before
you saw different colors
and different hues, and shades of
nuance and gray which made
everything
murky, unclear,
obtuse and, yet,
somehow vivid, if you really looked,
which you didn’t,
because you didn’t have time, what with
work, and family and bills and soccer games and
hockey tournaments and
dance classes. You want to tell them
that things will become unclear, then, someday, clear
again, if they remember to
keep looking, and when they ask what they’re
supposed to look for, tell them:
whatever it is
there is to
see.