(TINY SPRING POEM FROM A PROMPT BY BETH KEMPTON: TODAY THE WORD IS “WATCHING”)

I sat watching.

But I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t move forwards until I learned.

That I would never see anything until I found a way to whoosh away the darkness.

And with that I saw.

I no longer watched.

I reversed the seeing.

Saw within to see without.

I sought someone to help me see.

So that I no longer simply watched.

And now I love what I see.