Reaching Eyes
A hand reaches out, with eyes behind
and yet I may not glance, to avoid the dance
of charity not felt
for I am a judge
in motion
ever ready to drop my gavel
deciding who is true
or false
when in reality it is I who should be the first
defendant resplendent
in my pure white garb
will I look back
at the soul
I just ignored
or will my glance stay the course
which by force I pretend, will extend
my legacy
beyond myself
Never mind,
for tomorrow another hand will reach out,
and another set of eyes will search
my own
for a hint of humanity
without judgment,
and I will curse myself
for not taking
another route.
Gabriel Garnica
2016
