What we see

How many of us
see so much of the world
through glass?
hear through walls?
walk roads built
for what purpose
we might never know?

How many of us
misread so many signs
to usher in a future
so different from
what we set out toward
just yesterday, yet
welcome just the same?

How many of us
ask the wrong questions?
expect the wrong answers?
and still cling to hope
like the scent of summer
lingering on an autumn breeze
weighing us down?

(dtn)