A contribution in verse from our poet in residence

Rene Jackson, Staff Poet

Everywhere I go I look into someone’s eyes,

And see nothing, no pain, no suffering, nothing.

It makes me wonder if they see anything in mine.

If they can tell my whole story,

just by looking into my eyes.

I can see past everyone’s mask, some of them are falling off,

and some are cracked.

But only a few are tied on tight.

The ones that are tight I know they do their best to

keep it from falling, from cracking, they keep them tight.

I know because I do the same thing with my mask.

I can see everything from everyone

because all I do is watch everyone.

No one ever notices me but I notice them.

I notice almost everything.

But is there anyone who secretly notices me?