seen and unseen

today's exercise  led me to the window

to note what I see and do not see

it may not be because things are secret

but more likely just that I am not paying attention

what pride resides

within, to think

the world exists for 

me, as if I am

by my nature

deserving of anything more

than these

dry twigs, fallen

leaves, strings

and straw, collected

by tiny builders

trying to create

home

how they labor

to gain

what I take

for granted

let my feet tread 

softer, then

that I might hear

their song

continuing to journey through Dave Harrity's Making Manifest