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
