manifest

 

I found myself looking out windows

to find you-

hoping

every transparent outlook

would politely deceive me

and there would be

rough hands

crooked teeth

a hint of something-

maybe conflict

maybe exasperation

in your eyes, I see no pretense

could it be

hiding?

Or,

manifesting

itself

in the

canyons

and rivers

which

cover

your

skin?

I’ve traveled them so many times,

I’m beginning to grow weary