Looking At People

Clear to the keeper, opaque to myself Is it an impasse that we have called health? Straining to hear it and then you were there Loving is slowness and slowest is care Noise in the middle, the channels are blocked Out in the open, discourse is just talk It′s nothing special, a worn, common thread Looking at people, turning on their heads Your eyes, trained upon a commonplace Thrown back onto yourself Looking has lost the day